my mom says she doesn’t believe in magic or “jinxes”… but she does believe in “god”. here’s where our world meets. the other day i attempted a digestible, yet poetic perspective; which in not so many words amounted to “god is us, the experience we are having right now, this conversation, everything around us.. that’s god”. she appeared open to it, that idea, though i believed her to sincerely feel that “god” was somewhere out side of us. we will continue that discussion next weekend. for now…we also needed a merman in the bathroom, to keep track of the soap and toothbrushes..