whole earth festivities
we did a singing workshop, lead by a 73 year old woman. she had long gray-blonde hair that went almost to her knees and glasses that magnified her already big eyes. her hands shook and she smiled with her entire body. she helped us become friends and become more than comfortable with singing in front of others. after an hour of singing whatever song we wanted to our partner and learning a song and screaming no and yes we sang a good-bye song while embracing each other in a giant group hug. it went "say farewell to those who love you, say farewell to those you love." one woman cried. it was one of those moments where i realized others would think she was a too sensitive wuss but there, we all admired her for being so touched by the whole thing. i wished i was crying too. i wished we were all crying. so many things make me smile and ting my heart, but few things make me cry. i don't cope with things by crying. tears don't come. i wish they would. not for sadness..i don't want to be miserable. i just want to be released.