Posted by: scintillatingspeck | December 10, 2012

Getting fed.

Tonight I had the most delightful experience.  I sat with a group of people and we talked about things that matter.  We shared food, discussed our fears, talked about incendiary books, made each other laugh, and got into some really juicy stuff.  It fed me.  To be in their physical presence, by the fire, to look into their eyes, to listen, to speak: oh, it fed me, it filled the air with meaning, it lit a warm glow in the center of me.  I will be seeing them again quite soon.  Thank you, radiant, radical people.



  1. I miss being around radiant, radical people. You’re lucky!

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