Last night the rain let up enough so that Houston and I could scamper to the hot tub and get in it. The moon was sliding through the clouds. After all, it was Halloween and a perfect All Souls moon.
It is so interesting, falling in love. I turn it over in my hands like an intricate shell. Who is this person? At our sort of age, we've got a lot of weather in us. And time. And suffering. And wisdom. And yet. We're tentative, the back and forth dance. And yet. We can't always be on our best behavior. That game has to slip sometimes. And there we are, revealed in our mistakes and small cruelties and shame.
I told her I've signed up for the full catastrophe. Why not? The biggest challenge is to stay right here and not go galloping off into the future or the past.
This brief life. This too brief life.
I've decided to rejoin my family after 47 years. Major, I know. Being disowned really fucked me up. (duh) and now I'm looking at my remaining siblings with tenderness and love. They have persevered with me and I've been holding them at arm's length. The folks are dead. My youngest brother committed suicide in 2007 and this year his anniversary is Thanksgiving day. Ug.
Brevity, dear ones. Let it propel us all to increasing kindness in our lives and make amends where we can and are called to.
Let peace begin with me.