When you go through hell and back on the local bus, stopping at every single block for more shit to be dumped on your head, sometimes it beats you down. It defeats you, convinces you that you are less-than, worse-than, and unworthy-of. It makes you into a victim, a blob of tragedy who buys a lifetime pass on that local bus.
But not always.
Because there are people like Flutter, who get the hell off that bus, no matter how hard it is to do. She told the driver where to stick his fucking bus pass.
Flutter is a survivor. She has built herself a life of joy and purpose, and she’s never stopped reaching out and helping others. She’s given to me more times than I can remember.
And this week, she’s embarking on a new journey. A new bus ride! A different route! (I know the metaphor is dead, people, but my kids won’t stop TALKING to me, so I can’t come up with anything better.)
Flutter is getting married. She’s linking her life to someone else, someone who loves her for all her strength and beauty and the free massages. She loves fiercely. She’s getting on the Happiness Express (I’ll stop soon). And if anyone deserves a happy beginning, it’s Flutter.
Please join me in an old-fashioned Blog Carnival, telling Flutter how much you love her or giving her advice on marriage (it’s OK to combine music collections and bank accounts, but not books) or just sing out in honor of love and partnership. Link to this post and send me your link so that I can link back. Let’s make it the blogosphere’s wedding present to the girl who has had our backs time and again.
Ride that bus, babe.
Sarah wrote Arrangements, a remarkable poem
Magpie hit it on the nose
Painted Maypole dusted off her blog
Christine put together a musical tribute
Amanda shared her memories of Flutter
Alejna reflected on marriage