It's a podcast! They did a great episode about age play that some friends of mine were on.
My friend ResonantYes and I both love philosophy in general, zen, mindfulness, & Alan Watts in particular.
He sent me a link to this lovely Watts speech set to music that I hadn't heard before.
It's lovely, as is my friend. Give it a watch, I bet you'll agree.
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."
So my wife Missy kinda likes the Seahawks...
No, that's an outright lie. She adores them. She's mad for them. She thinks they're amazing, and loves being a 12th man, a Seahawks fan.
I'm not a big sports fan myself. Honestly, sometimes I struggle to even understand the rules of football.
But I will tell you what I am a big fan of - my wife's passion. She's a quiet, introverted person. It takes something special to fire her up, but when she's in, she is in, baby!
i just spent the past 40 minutes or so watching her engage in friendly smack-talk with my sister-in-law, and being mostly a little blue that her Hawks didn't seem like they were going to make it.
Literally in the last 5 minutes of the game, the team turned it around. And Missy, she was on her feet, jumping in the air, whooping and hooting and cheering.
I love when this happens, because I'm my wife's biggest fan.
Missy and I are visiting my ex, Kacie, her husband Kevin, and their ridiculously adorable newborn baby.
It's been good to see them, and a bit mind-bending too. They have both been a part of my life for a very long time, in various ways. Spending time with them is a fascinating mix of new and old. There are tons of in-jokes and memories we all share, and we have a deep knowledge of one another.
Yet at the same time, it's almost like they're entirely different people. They're in this new, exciting phase of their life, now that they're parents. They've been through many other changes too, as have Missy and I, certainly.
As we've visited, I'll catch myself looking at an old photograph on the walls, or something laying around their house, and remember my own involvement in whatever that thing or memory is. It's occasionally just a tad bittersweet.
That's entirely balanced out though by getting to know and experience the new, present, current incarnations of them, as the new, current, incarnation of myself. They adore their kid. They're super happy with each other.
I often say that life is like this super complex math problem. Over on one side of the equation you've got X, which is who you are now, and on the other side, all this complex gibberish that evaluates to it. It includes everything that's ever happened to you, everyone you've ever known, and all your experiences. Somehow these things all blend together to make the you, that you are now.
All of this was rolling around in my head yesterday when we all went out for a nice walk. Along the path I saw this awesome thing, a sort of community do-it-yourself-library-cabinet. You can leave a book there, or take one.
It struck me as particular relevant to the stuff on my mind. Experiences are kind of like this too. As we change, we share experiences with others for a time, then shelve them. Others use them too. Those past experiences never go away, but our relationship to them changes over time. We write new stories. Sometimes, they have some of the same characters. Sometimes those characters change.
I'm glad I get to read and write all this stuff.