“Late night sex, so wet, so tight…you can have whatever you like…I want your body, need your body, as long as you have me…”
This is a line from a song that played randomly on Pandora as I was reading one of the most deep spiritual stories I ever crossed.
Let me just paint this picture further:
To spite the fact that I have to write and research on July 5th (when everyone else is out on the beach or bbq'ing), I’m wearing a ridiculous outfit, my newest high heels, and crazy bright pink lipstick to… Starbucks in the middle of New Jersey. That’s right.
I have a tall coffee in hand. And am reading and sobbing. My f’it – I’m-going-to-look-good-even-though-I –have-no-where-to-go-but-sit-my-ass-down and write, make-up is washing down my face as I'm reading about an encounter with God.
I gulp my tall coffee.
And sit back at the irony...The high and the low. The deep and the hip-hop. The obnoxious vanity and tender sensitivity. The commercial and the truth...And relish this experience of being divinely human.
Much love,
S
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