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i could have thought i was in montana for the endless plains and huge skies saying goodbye to the day, but it was somerset, pennsylvania and teedo, my little chihuahua and i were dressed in our renaissance clown costumes traveling to a birthday party for 6 year-old lexy.
she was sprinkled with faerie dust. the kind of little girl who is an old soul, even as she is innocently discovering beauty. we talked. she asked questions. i made her the star of the show as cool as the batik star shooting across the fragile sky of her singlet.
"you are good with the kids," some mother said, drunkenly slurring her words. she had me write my fone number down for a show in march. i didn't tell her i'd be back in california then.
lexy's little sister riley, who fell asleep when i painted her face, took me over to the paddock where her family kept their minature horse.
"watch." she said. suddenly a small goat jumped on the horse's back and stood there as if it was waiting for me to clap at the impromptu circus act. so we both did.
when their dad drove the large group around in a hay wagon, it was little riley and her friend abby on my lap. teedo was being passed around to the collection of revelers. he loved it. he looks over me as if to say, "i love when we do this shit."
i was fucking stunned at the hush of life as we purred up the hill. the sun was setting and whispering, "do you see this? is it inside of you? what will you do with it? how will you remember it?" little lives settling back against my chest. "i'm cold," abby said, and she wraps my arms around her.
sigh.
and there is some of this in everyday.
in this renaissance life.
later, when the dj was spinning, lexy grabbed me by the hands and we danced with everyone.
and i felt like here i am in another world, but i am me, i am accepted, i am loved.
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