Silence and A Life of Decaf. I Used to be "With It"…But, Then They Changed What "It" Was.
The weather is cooling off lately. The season isn’t over for good. I’m sure. But, it’s hinting at something. Like most things, it’s a little different every day.
Everything is a little different every day. Disconcerting. But no longer incapacitating. So, I’m grateful. Good with the bad. As they say. Continue reading “…Still”
It’s a strange thing walking from a friendship over into something more with someone you care for. Walking across that line together. It feels beautiful. Like home. A little mind-blowing maybe. We’ll call it breathtaking, for the sake of argument. And there is always that one moment. When you both realize it. That it’s happening. Happened. And it changes the course. Of everything. It defines the whole deal.
At times, we are not nearly grateful enough for the companionship of one another. For the company and support of one another. It isn’t held and tended to. Or appreciated. It’s abused, and insulted. Thrown away. Dismissed. Placed below even the worst interactions. And marked off.
If I can look at it objectively, which sometimes I’m able. I realize that for every harsh preacher I’ve found who walks away from their own bullshit, I’ve found someone who was soft and gentle. Not just someone I thought possessed those qualities.
