Saturday

All this opening,

I had the best day with Sumayya yesterday and hanging out with Kurt.

The day was knotted and tangled in the morning, felt all disjointed.  with missing other shoe, and missing my kickboe class, and losing the bloodwork form, then finding it, then not having my insurance card, then trying to get Sumayya down here and indecision.

Her caltrains left late and we weren't sure if she was going to make the Highway 17 express.

And kurt was coming over the hill too.  the day was overbearing

I was putting on makeup in the bathroom and I felt this strong sense of "go pray"  

I got in my room and began to pray and pray for the smoothness and the way of how Jesus "holds everything together in every way"

and from then on the day was so so smooth.

the timing was perfect and one thing turned to the next.

kurt and Sumayya and I all hung out and we got to the bus and the perfect time.

and we had the lovliest conversation, mourning our more artistic manic earlier years.  we had a moment of silence for it.  how our jobies keep us from some brink of those ridiculous all nighters streaming madness creative flow.  

we hung out at The Abbey--Vintage's Coffee shop now really open.

we hung out there for hours.  

the moral of the story is I had a healing day at vintage.  A really lovely day and passing and friends with my dear friend Sumayya hanging there with me.