It is not so much that I miss you
It is not so much that I miss you
as the remembering
which I suppose is a form of missing
except more positive,
like the time of the blackout
when fear was my first response
followed by love of the dark.
I found this today at exactly the perfect time. Things are in transition here. I have the strong possibility of working again. The yard is coming along. We're settling into the new congregation and carving out rhythms.
Unrelated to the poem, last week I was able to spend time with my wonderful girlfriends in Utah and it highlighted how much I miss the chance to be with them on a whim. The days were filled with plenty of laughter, teasing and the usual stresses of being with people you don't see often. It was in the handling of those stresses that I find the strengths of our friendships. We had some snarking but not too much and never without love, we were able to give each other space and time when needed and we all had the history to understand what was happening.
This week is less busy than my weeks have been recently and I'm reveling in the quiet.
