Why it's Necessary to Don A Ball Gown and Play with Goats

​I miss hugging people and meandering into public spaces I’d not considered before. ⁣⁣
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I’m a touchy feely space-taker-upper and sometimes the weight of distance is a hairy bear bearing down, down pillow in his paws, encouraging me to sink and to sleep or surrender. ⁣⁣
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But I. Don’t. Want. To. Any. More. ⁣⁣
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So this evening, I donned a ball gown and a sequined Winter hat with my best good cowgirl boots, to frolic absurdly with our goats and my family in the cold. ⁣⁣
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We shall make do; can you join me in your own way? There’s a feather on your shelf you can slide behind your ear; there’s a jumbly note you wrote down after a dream that needs some space on the wall. ⁣⁣
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There’s a sweater you couldn’t quite give away yet since you know that when you slide it on, you’ll feel a titch taller (and it has thumb holes, so.) ⁣⁣
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If this forced isolation has brought out our wiggles, we must take this moment (right now!) to address them, and shake out that silliness, toss off the itchy weight of not-knowingness since above all we’ve learned that this life is a mystery. ⁣⁣
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And despite all the fear that yammers, and the umbrella of uncertainly that wants to sink over our bones, we can learn from the the best detectives and the calmest yea-sayers who seem to have grasped that *whatevs* can suffice just fine, thank you very much.