I suppose I’ve always valued resilience over perfection. First of all, good luck with the latter, but even if it were achievable, how boring! There is no movement in perfection. No dance, no artistry, no flight at all.

Some say it’s why we love the hummingbird — the acrobats of the sky — with their ability to fly forwards, backwards and upside down. How delightful! I love even just saying it. And don’t we all have to be, emotional acrobats that is, while navigating these lives, these loves. Do you think joy, or forgiveness comes without a little tumbling? I don’t think so.

So what if we embraced it? Celebrated them — all of our imperfections and struggles survived, as the beautiful flashes of color that they are?

I’ve never been one to be get there as the crow flies. But I keep humming along. Taking delight in all of my forwards, backwards and upside downs. And it would be my honor, my pleasure, to tumble and fumble along beside you.

“I wish for you an imperfect life, and all the wonder that living can bring.”