MONDAY, JUNE 2, 2014
Tommy Rotten: The Man Who Changed My Moon
I waited 4 hours at the Tattered Cover Bookstore tonight to meet the most influential literary icon of my life.
As the clock drew closer to that 7 PM hour and I had been holding my espresso saturated self and my coveted 3rd row center aisle seat, I had to just get up and pee. It was like 6:53 PM and I figured if I ran back super fast and left my books on my chair to mark my territory, I could safely make it back in time for Tom Robbins to come strolling down the walkway and into my obsessive little world.
So I'm hauling ass around the corner doing the middle aged lady speed walk and I run right into the guy.
Like, I'm face to face.
With Tom Robbins.
The Universe purposely pushed on my bladder right at that exact moment so that it could align our paths. Tom Robbins is standing directly in front of me and I have this amazing opportunity to let him know how much he's changed my views about everything in the goddamn world and how much I love him and all I can squeak out is "Oh my god, you almost gave me a heart attack!"
Sunglasses. Of course. He was wearing shades, a striped jacket, neon shoes and a half smile. Yeah, we shared a smile. It was bliss. Not exactly how I was hoping our first meeting would go, but bliss nonetheless.
I'm sure he thought so as well.
He didn't return any actual words, but I'm almost 100% positive he fell in love a little bit.
So anyway, he read a few chapters from his new book Tibetan Peach Pie and I waited in line afterwards admiring his comic book socks and tried to ignore all the rest of the groupies. It was one of the most magical nights of my life. He eventually signed my tore up copy of Still Life With Woodpecker and I did get to express to him how much he changed my life.
I'm even almost positive he heard me)
I'm telling you, it was a harmonic, star struck, promenade of a dream evening. Total perfection.
Tom Robbins book signing tour for Tibetan Peach Pie at the Tattered Cover Bookstore in Littleton, Colorado just outside of Denver
Now, with this new experience under my belt, I have taken this from it:
(I've said it before and I'll say it again)
When I can't see the moon I feel a bit lost. An invisible moon is an invisible me, I feel.
When things around me are chaotic and temporal, it's calming to me to be able to look up and see my constant.
I feel connected.
The Moon is my crush. I wait all day for its visit. But he takes forever to get ready for a date. Like the world revolves around him or something.
Right now, Mr. Moon is coming back from invisibility and I feel that even a sliver is reassuring.
New moons are a sort of blank page. It's a chance to think of exactly what it is I want to be drawing into my life. Preparation for the next cycle.
It's a powerful opportunity to trust in the darkness no matter how uncomfortable and uncertain. It is a great reminder to have faith.
Because after all, according to the man himself:
"There are essential and inessential insanities. The later are solar in character, the former are linked to the moon."
"A pileated woodpecker is still a pileated woodpecker no matter if it roosts with the ducks." -Tom Robbins, Tibetan Peach Pie
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