odd.

Today, as randomly as anything else I've ever received, I got a call from a friend who asked me if he could move in this weekend. I happened to have an ad on Craigslist looking for another roommate and I don't even know if he knew that... so... we are all helping each other out. I can breathe a bit easier and work my new job rationally rather than in panic mode.. He doesn't have to scramble to find an apartment. And... mayhem and hilarity will ensue. Can you say hot-tubbing at our house?
But the truth is, it's been a long time since I've felt the presence of Universal Abundance. Today I feel lucky and grateful and very, very connected to the universe.
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This weekend I went to a funeral. It wasn't like any funeral most of you have ever been to... it was one of the best funerals I have ever been to.... it was a hasher's funeral.
First, we all wore black dresses - even the men. With running shoes.
Then, we set off on a cross country orienteering event, following marks set by baking flour and ashes.
The baking flour is our tradition. The ashes mixed in; that is the highest form of flattery for a man who gave community and connectedness to so very many people. He created, from his will and his enthusiasm, an organization that stretches boundaries, breaks down barriers, increases joy and fosters lasting friendships... in fact, the very best friendships of my life.
After the run, we sang and drank and accused each other of blasphemy against the tradition he loved and the hash gods he worshiped. And then, we closed with Swing Low, Sweet Chariot. We spread the remaining ashes. And we wept.
2th Fairy - illustrious founder of the Oklahoma City and Savannah Hash House Harriers, would have wanted to know that we miss him. And that we thank him. And that we know he died too soon. He would have also appreciated the laughter, the flirting, the crude sexual innuendo and the hook-ups after the run.