This is a prosaic companion post to “Unmaking“.
That post was about learning to not love somebody I chose to adore for years, and how surprisingly easy it was, once decided.
This is about recovery actions and acknowledging some of the sadness. Continue reading “A Companion to Unmaking”
One of those days after you pushed me away for the last time and before you knew that time was the last, I watched a recording of Peter Rollins’s online seminar titled “Giving the Unwanted Gift of Nothing“. The gift being love.
Continue reading “Unmaking”
I have developed a bit of celebrity crush lately. Have been listening to this guy’s lectures and interviews; had my mind blown; can’t get enough; wonder if what I hear is crazy, or enlightened, or both; wonder if he is attractive in person or as a person. The answer to that last bit: not necessarily, probably troubled; it is kinda fun to wonder though, because the age range is right, and the geography not entirely prohibitive.
Continue reading “The Bell”
I got doored yesterday, for the first time.
The opening sentence could have described a much more unfortunate event than what actually happened.
Continue reading “Doored and Moved”
I hadn’t seen you for months; hadn’t seen you for so long that I couldn’t remember the last time. Yesterday, I heard your voice before I saw you. Behind the studio door, you sang to conclude the previous class. Continue reading “To All You Stand For”