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Tabula Rasa
What if We Truly Approached Life from Nothing
Disclaimer: I don’t know what I don’t know. Perhaps that (not) knowing could make me a skeptic. Perhaps not…
The aim of the day was simple: Trader Joe’s and Shea Butter.
We settled it while lazily lying in the queen-sized bed, welcoming the lightness of Saturday, along with the nothingness before us. Committed to enhancing our vitality, we curated a grocery list made for divas and champions: kimchee, green tea, dark chocolate, and a variety of berries. Blame the daughter for the list. There was more, but I can’t recall.
Should we invite our newly appointed beloved to join us? Yes. And we do. At once, the plan for the day generously increases to dropping off a few no longer needed belongings at Philly AIDS Thrift and a humble brunch at Sabrina’s Cafe. The two-egg any style dish was nothing to write home about, but it did enough to hold me up.
We perused the city, people-watching, laughing, and making up stories about strangers lounging about the front of doorways and businesses. Somewhere after Trader Joe’s and before the search for the Shea Butter daughter swears by, an interesting thing happened.
We turn the corner in our casual stroll. Along the sunny side of 11th Street, in the heart of Center City, a soft-spoken man…
