Goodbye to a wonderful thing that was
B. and I were together for 9 years. We had so many laughs, and talks, and so many ways of feeling the love between us. She brought me ever more into myself. I hope I gave her the same in return.
That phrase "the end is present in the beginning" comes to me. A phrase like that only makes sense once the end has come and gone. It makes sense to me now, though I hid from it with all kinds of bluster and plans. It shouldn't be so complicated, I would think. Another phrase: "anything worth doing is worth doing badly," which must also apply.
This photo, taken last November in Italy...it shows the last warm light of sun on trees already golden, knowing that winter approaches, knowing that they have given all their gifts back to Father Sun by turning golden in response to His gift to them.
There is no House that is a Home for us to share. There are Homes, but they aren't mine. I am glad there are Homes. I love the idea of a home. I see a horse wandering through his paddock in the twilight, sitting here on my friends porch. I wonder if he feels he is at home. I hope so!
