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Life Is Messy and Beautiful, and Messy and Heartbreaking, and Beautiful Again
Being strong is beside the point…the tides will always come and go
I don’t know about you, but I feel as if the post-Covid heaviness is lifting, finally, more or less in correlation with the drop in gas prices at my local pump. I breathe a little deeper as I glance up at the massive mountains looming over my high desert home, that hold so many places I want to go. But…a friend of mine was just diagnosed with terminal cancer and has gone home to be with her extended family for Christmas. And then, this morning, I saw one of the most beautiful sunrises of my life, surpassing every sunrise I’ve seen…except when I was leaning naked against my smart, strong, sexy sailor on a small boat in the Sea of Cortez. It’s one of my most-treasured memories. See what I mean? Life is messy and beautiful, and messy and heartbreaking, and beautiful, again — and we need to make room for all of it.
Two weeks ago, I met my new gay best friend. He looks a lot like Stanley Tucci, and I can talk to him for hours, the same way I can talk to my lifelong female friends, while still admiring his handsome face and Pendleton shirt — but we are just getting to know each other’s stories. I’ve learned that he has both a husband and a lover, while I continue to share my bed with…
