One time when I was a girl, my best friend and I were crying because a young man from our school, a beautiful artist of a boy, had died of a brain tumor. We went to the funeral and went back to her house and we were just crying and crying and crying. Even as we were lost in our grief, we had a clear sense that the loss of such a beautiful soul, at such a young age, was so tragic; the angels were crying with us... We decided to listen to some music to try to get ourselves out of the depression we were feeling and Open Arms by Journey came on. We were putting cream cheese on bagels, while we cried, while Steve Perry was belting out his melodramatic lyrics, "...living without you, living alone, this empty house seems so cold..." when out of the blue, one of us smeared the other's face with a thick wad of white gooiness. A very fervent cream cheese fight ensued and we were singing, "So now I cooooommmmme to yooooooouuuuuuuu, with cream cheeeeeeeeeese on my faaaaaace!" We started laughing hysterically, smearing cream cheese all over each other, lovingly, like we were giving one another a facial, laughing and laughing and laughing, tears streaming down our cheese covered cheeks...

Sometimes you have to lose your mind for a bit, to give your heart the space it needs to feel and breath and heal and live.

Posted on 7/21/06; 1:21:37 AM