Tuesday, 23 August 2011

My Wish

I asked Life Partner after he left, "if you died tomorrow, would you wish you had done anything differently?"

He answered with a confident "no".
I think of the Garth Brooks song "If tomorrow never comes"... "would she know how much I loved her, is the love I gave her in the past going to be enough to last...if tomorrow never comes..."
We all know how the song goes...

We both had the realization that indeed, we are living our best life. We make time for each other, for friends and loved ones. We parent with no anger or yelling, with as much patience as possible. We travel, we see the beauty in the world, even when "our world" is NOT pretty at all. We have profound reflections, grandiose dreams, and are unaccepting of the limitations of being normal. We are deeply aware of our sorrow, and the betrayals we've experienced, yet we remain open and trusting and joyful.

We often wish for things to get easier for us, for the battles to be over, for freedom and closure. We wish for the best and fairest outcome. We wish for grace and calm and the ability to forgive and forget. We wish for new beginnings...but we don't wish we had done anything differently for we wouldn't be where we are.
We are together. We are alive.

Saturday, 13 August 2011

Traveltherapy

It's a new word combination I created this week after a riveting conversation over dinner at the fine restaurant we chose to attend.
The menu had many delicacies; seafood, beef, pork and...hen.

Me: "groan. What will I eat? They all sound equally unappealing. I guess I could have cornish hen. I think that's like a chicken, but is it a female?"
Life Partner: "I don't know, I thought all chickens were female."
Me: "What? Then what's a rooster?"
LP: "A male chicken I guess, but I'm pretty sure they kill all the male chickens and we just eat the females."
Me: "WHAT? I've been eating the females? God...females have a hard enough time in this world, if I'd have known that, I wouldn't be eating it. Why don't we eat the male chickens?"
LP: "They're tough or taste bad or something...I don't know! I'll google it when we get back."
Me: " New York strip it is -well done"