hearing lhasa

I'm over at Glow in the Woods today communing with a voice that comes from elsewhere, and feeling peace at having finally found the shape of my story of birth and death.

Doesn't matter if you're babylost or not. Come over and watch Lhasa laugh, and watch her sing, and hear her words. See those people in the audience who brim over with love for her. Like me, you might wish you'd been there to know her. Then listen to Lhasa share a story from her philosopher father—a sensible, sublime bit of thinking that feels like a home.

We all wonder. Don't you?