When I had no wings to fly
You flew to me..
~ Attics of My Life, Hunter/Garcia
Meantime, instead of Wordless Wednesday, I have a bit of news.
First, no, there is no good news on the Facebook front. They are still refusing to unlock my account there, and it is infuriating that the documentation I’m giving them is being ignored.
But I have a couple of very savvy people who have also been through this giving me some brilliant guidance. It is likely to be a long, very difficult process, but that whole drama is going on the back burner for now.
There is a road, no simple highway
Between the dawn and the dark of night,
And if you go, no one may follow;
That path is for your steps alone.
Because out of the blue, Natascha Weir, wife of Grateful Dead guitarist Bob Weir, sent me a beautiful note thanking me for my cookbook that I wrote and have been selling for charity for the last 20 years.
And she offered us tickets to the Grateful Dead’s final concerts, being held in Chicago this weekend.
We had not planned to go, we had decided it was too far, expensive, crazy, kind of sad, etc. etc. But when the Multiverse opens the door to magic and miracles, and calls you…
I am supposed to be there.
So we’ve rounded up a house-sitter for the cats (our wonderful service is bending over backwards to help us, even though it’s their busiest weekend!) and are heading out for our final road trip to dance with the Dead.
And for now, Facebook matters not a bit, because this is real life, and my own true bliss.
What a long strange trip it is.
See you next week.