Good Grief 330

Today I melted.
It doesn't happen often.
That point. That most peculiar point where all the atoms give up trying to be anything. They stop resisting. They stop trying. 
The wine helps, of course. What a peculiarly lovely day. 
It's a curious business because it becomes a strange negotiation. If we are part of coupledom or familydom our anniversaries become those shared events and we wish those we know a happy anniversary and leave them to it with those closest to them. When you are alone there is a rather strange thing that goes on and you can somehow become common property and it gets harder to assert separateness without being antisocial or difficult. And yet, it is no different to spending time with a loved one. Going into retreat to nurture all that is relational with self and what is lost.
Apochrypha, beauty, poetry and Beethoven's Late Quartets. Wonderful.
Cheers ... both of you ... out there. What remarkable men you both differently were, full of culture, intelligence, emotion and poetry. What a joy. What a deep, deep sorrow.