The Whimsy Volumes
Whimsy - vol. 1
It’s when you’re in flow and the happenings unfold organically, naturally. The chaos, the frustration, the to-do’s turn into a muted, fuzzy, boring program on the TV that no one decides to pay attention to anymore.
It’s when you have a girls’ night and the hostess has extra hands to cut vegetables and grab things out of the fridge, someone opens a bottle of wine and glasses appear, and next thing you know, chips and dip are in front of you, and someone is ladling soup into your bowl and handing you a napkin. The oohs and aahs and admiration happen gently and before you know it, your hands are in sudsy, warm water and the dishes are on the drying rack and brownies are doled out from a Tupperware and everyone goes home feeling so full and whole and loved and that this magical night simply opened up to you like a flower in bloom, like your breath in your lungs, like your eyelashes kissing as you blink.
Everything was perfect. Everything was harmony.
Whimsy - vol. 2
It’s when you get invited for a sunrise surf trip in the late evening the night before and you make breakfast and coffee in the pre-dawn dark. But you don’t end up going until several hours later after friends passing through town have taken you to breakfast. Then your ride shows up, and everyone helps you stack surfboards on top, and you follow a car that pulls up next to you on the highway down a bumpy dirt road and almost get stuck in the salty mud, and you all appear at a beautiful cobblestone break with head high barrels peeling perfectly, powerfully. And no one really knows how you all got there at this sacred moment together.
Everything was perfect. Everything was harmony.