This may seem inwardly insignificant but, every time I sit [here] to share the contents of the space between your reality and mine, I'm faced with a decision; to love it or lose it. To love the anxiety, "Will they hear me, understand me, accept me, agree?" To love and embrace the challenge to incite a thought, or a riot. To respect the greatest caveat:
The single biggest problem in communication, is the illusion that it has taken place.”
Or, sacrifice my freedom; my voice, my power, my gift to the intrinsic fears of a buck-toothed girl, her imaginary friends, a cat and a dog- in a tiny apartment kitchen in Western, Queens. (This concept is going somewhere some day, I promise.)
Tea and Honey Bread is in many ways a gathering of friends, of fresh minds; an exchange of new ideals and ideas; like college but with less sex, better beer and more guilt. Winks.
Thanks all of you, for contributing to this work in progress; for being an ear and/or echo to my voice, for being good friends. If you're new here, introduce yourself we're an inviting bunch. Let's have a fabulous next 365 days, shall we?