The purpose of Sassistas!TM is to dole out sassy and stimulating perspectives on the weird and wonderful incongruities of life . . . or what we prefer to call our social soup. From the ridiculous to the sublime, from the stupid to the miraculous — we’re all swimming in it. Let’s make it easier to swallow.
As some of you know, we've been "slowing down" or "leave-taking" or . . . (someday we'll be able to write about it but not now because it requires WAY too much emotional energy) . . . but bless you, Peter, who asked this question in a comment on our last post:
Is RGIII going to put it together today?
The question requires no sacred energy or anti-depressants to answer which means we're posting about it! We also must confess that we don't really care if RGIII can put it together today, especially because we are spending a hellavu lot of time putting ourselves together right now . . . but treesta is coming over to watch the game in less than an hour (our first house guest in six weeks) and she LOVES, LOVES, LOVES the Redskins, so we're making our Bloody Sunday Marys EXTRA Bloody (or EXTRA Sunday), so we can pretend to care. Besides, Flann's beloved Steelers are ALSO winless as are Matissta's beloved Giants.
So all around it's just pathetic, but back to Peter's question . . . Is RGIII going to put it together today?
I don't often get the chance any longer to go out alone in the green canoe and, lying in the bottom of the boat, just drift where the breeze takes me, down to the other end of the lake or into some cove without my knowing because I can't see anything over the gunwales but sky as I lie there, feeling the ribs of the boat as my own, this floating pod with a body inside it ...
also a mind, that drifts among clouds and the sounds that carry over water— a flutter of birdsong, a screen door slamming shut—as well as the usual stuff that clutters it, but slowed down, opened up, like the fluff of milkweed tugged from its husk and floating over the lake, to be mistaken for mayflies at dusk by feeding trout, or be carried away to a place where the seeds might sprout.
The Sassistas! are officially taking a leave and this time, plan to honor our need to focus on healing from a tumultuous time of loss and the haunting ghosts that have finally silenced us.
We have invited Westsista to post whatever she needs to about our beloved friend, Bob Chrisman. She will be attending his memorial service in Kansas City this Sunday, August 4. Because Matissta must be in Long Island this weekend, the Sassistas! are not able to attend. We want to support Westsista, however, in whatever way we can.
The sassosphere -- this community -- will remain open for comments. Flannista will be checking in several times a day and plans to comment from time to time, but my focus will be on finding the light in what I have perceived for far too long to be a very dark world.
The world is not as dark as I see it.
Thank you for your continued prayers and support. Love to all.