I'm definitely running behind. But that's part of the exercise. I'll see what I can do to catch up over the coming days.
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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.