peace, via guys named Anthony

These days peace is not a constant in my life. I have to hunt it down, fight to wrangle a few moments here and there, and be on constant lookout for moments to present themselves. And on rare, special occasions, moments are gifted to me.

Such was the case this week. And not just solitary moments, but moments that can be returned to as necessary. (And aren't those the best kind?)

Both moments of peace were given to me by men named Anthony, neither of whom will ever know just how much their gifts meant to me, or just how much I needed them.

Exhibit A:



I tend to forget for stretches of time just how much I love the Red Hot Chili Peppers. But I was reminded in the most lovely of ways with the release of their (fabulous) new album. It's gotten a lot of play since release day...

(Of course, every time I think of the Red Hot Chili Peppers, in my head I see Anthony Kiedis on the cover of Rolling Stone in 1994 and I get kind of teenage-girl-giggly, and maybe start to palpitate a little bit... sigh...)


Exhibit B:



Ohmygosh I almost cried when this was handed to me. From the first note I was transported back to that perfect July night, spent with 30,000 friends, and Bono, and Edge, and Adam, and Larry. And this odd wave of calmness came over me. And I just couldn't stop smiling for a long, long time after the CD stopped playing.

It's been played a lot in the past week, too.


(Of course big props go to Hubby who both made sure the new RHCP album was waiting for me after work, and who plotted and planned with my cousin to procure the U2 show for me.)


Unconventional paths to peace? Yes.

But right now, they work for me. And that's what counts.

Peace out.


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