I had conversations of miracles lately. A big part of me has forgotten about my belief in miracles, in happiness, in the benevolent universe. Tis the season, for remembering and reclaiming pieces of faith.
Faith - faith not only to weather harder parts of life, but to believe in the real possibility of happy endings, of miracles, of hope for things that seem impossible.
Yes, call me Party Girl the Third
Grandma was a party girl. Flapper, drinker, unwed mother.
Mom was a party girl. Hippy, drinker, unwed mother, lived many places.
I’m a party girl. Don’t drink, no kids, lived many places, travelled worldwide.
I’ve been home, resting up and getting over minor bronchitis. I watched a slate of family films - Cat in the Hat, Daddy Day Care, Babe, Harry Potter, and my favorite - James and the Giant Peach. I also watched the making of The Polar Express. That looks like an amazing film! I can’t wait to see it.