On our way home...


Missy and I had the good fortune to get in touch with my poly sister Pene, and her husband, my Uncle J.  Pene, Spacey, and I are each one head of The Ghidrah.

I love her, and him, as does Missy. They have been, and continue to be, part of my family.


Love is an infinite resource, but sadly time is not.  We don't live near each other, and our very busy lives have been filled with all sorts of things which have gotten in the way of our spending quality time with one another for a long while now.  I can count the number of times we've spent quality time together in the past two years on my fingers.   

But the wonderful, beautiful thing is that whenever we are  together, those gaps of time in between fall away, and don't matter.  

There's this almost magical quality to the affection we feel for one another.  I feel warm, safe, loved, and understood when I'm with my sister, or my brother.  

I love Uncle J so much too.  My relationship wth him is so complex.  We interact on many levels, where we are both equals, and share many common interests, and at the same time, I feel a sense that he's looking out for the littler me.   

They both love Missy so much, too.  Our shared meal together was so pleasant, so good.

I almost have happy tears on my face from seeing them.  

I'm just rubbish at goodbyes, as is Pene, and we both got teary in the parking lot.  But she said the best part of hugging goodbye is that it comes before you get to hug hello again. 

There's a pagan saying about it, "Merry meet, and merry part, and merry meet again."


AuthorMako Allen
Categories365 Gratitude