So let us pick up the stones over which we stumble, friends, and build altars. Let us listen to the sound of breath in our bodies. Let us listen to the sounds of our own voices, of our own names, of our own fears. Let’s claw ourselves out from the graves we’ve dug. Let’s lick the earth from our fingers. Let us look up and out and around. The world is big and wide and wild and wonderful and wicked, and our lives are murky, magnificent, malleable, and full of meaning.
Padraig O’ Tuama
Love the building of altars from the stones over which we stumble. For stumbling is what we have always done. And will always do. To stumble forward. To stumble with style and a smile. And listen to what our hearts are telling us. And listen to the world and the humanity that surrounds us–there lies the answers to our angst and to our questions.
