Down in the basement on big wooden tables we eat and drink and are merry. Lost in the confusion of terribly long beer list’s we choose to ignore the hoppiness factor and take it as the happiness factor. The more squirrel nuts the better. We celebrate a friends life as he hones in on a quarter of a century. Laughter, slurs and hugs. I wish my brain would remember everyone of these ordinary moments which prove to be nothing short of extraordinary. It’s funny how I always end up in ally ways getting into trouble. Ninkasi, Tofino, Deschutes, are my liquid courage selections for the evening. Such choices take my educated brain and dial it down to the capacity of a three year old. The heart trumps the mind. Intellectual girl becomes the dumb girl. Yet I have been given permission. 160 characters at a time I make bad decisions. However for the first time in a long while my heart read’s words it’s not just wanted but needed to hear. My black heart is feeling light. The morning typically brings nothing but harsh light and regret. Yet this morning I dwell in comfort and clarity over coffee and eggs. 

It has been a long while since I have been lost in the moment. I forgot how much I missed it. This weekend has been a series of amazing cascading moments. Meeting new people at an old haunt. Managing to grab a taxi on the FIRST try in the heart of Vancouver. Going to a new place with old friends. Trying new beers and laughing so hard it became a cackle. Nestling in at home and reuniting with an old friend. Were we talked long into the night. Waking up to sunshine and spending the morning paddling out in the crisp air encased by mountains and light. My little black heart is swelled up with happiness.