I am in a shit moment now, but this is a picture of a perfect one. Let us remember that they are sisters. The shit and the shine, the delight and the devastation. We do not belong to one or the other. We belong to both. Moving always through and between, snaking like rivers towards whatever is next and trying to not attach completely to any of it. Instead of coffee under a catalpa tree I’m drinking wine at an airport. At 11:30 am. This is a picture of the day I am NOT having. But isn’t that just life? Be well bunnies. Loving you from the shit show.