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”
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 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”
Amber played live music in Janet’s class this morning. I hadn’t seen either for months. It was good. It was a large class, maybe 100 people: Janet had been out of town. Continue reading “If You Really Want It…”
Over the past few years, the culture has offered, via books, articles, and blog posts, glorification of joys of one’s own company, single life, single travel, whatever.
I mean, fine, good for the authors. Not proudly, I am not buying. Continue reading “Nothing”