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New Moonshine, New Spring Soil

I woke up glad Pharrell wrote an anthem of freedom and joy. Glad Louis CK performed an amazingly on-point SNL opening monologue last night. Glad Lena Dunham shares her smart voice about growing up and creativity. Glad for the work I do. Glad for the worlds it introduces to me. Glad for the lilies blooming by my bed. Glad for the frittata I made yesterday. Glad for strong coffee with cream. Glad for dear friends. Glad for red wine to share with them. Glad for my sweet-as-pie kitty. Glad—very glad—it’s a new moon today. And glad—very, very glad—to release what no longer works.

So here’s to a reboot. Pick up a shovel. Sow your blessings. Fertilize’em with your shit. And then dig some more. There is joy in turning new spring soil.


Good Morning, Starshine

Honest to Godfrey, as my mother used to say, these ever-earlier sunrises are making me so happy. I went to sleep last night saddled with a bevy of real-deal worries but woke with an enormous grin plastered across my features. Even at 6:15 the world was shining, the sky was rosy, and my little cat’s tiger eyes were gleaming with the pleasure I felt as well. I just love how, no matter how firmly entrenched winter still seems to be, the sun keeps greeting us a few minutes earlier each day. And while nothing is finer than clear, early morning sunshine, the real reason this makes me so glad is because it highlights my favorite fact: As long as we are on this planet, we are sure to experience change–and not all of it will be bad.

Philip Seymour Hoffman, So Much So Fast

The little I knew Philip Seymour Hoffman was from my gym, of all places. A struggle radiated from him in all his best performances, in his relationship to drugs and alcohol, even while we tried (miserably) to get in shape on adjacent treadmills. What distinguished him most was how valiantly he took us along on that struggle. It feels disrespectful to how effectively he worked while he was alive to say “what a waste,” though many no doubt will be inclined to do so. But he will be greatly missed, and I feel sorrow that we’ve been reminded in such a tragic way that sobriety is nothing that ever can be taken for granted.

"All, everything I understand, I understand only because I love."
― Leo Tolstoy