I like our hair turning gray. No problem. I like our comfort with one another. I like trusting someone–never really did that before. I like the freedom. He helps me be a better Laura-Marie.
Not to mention all the kinds of support. What a cool person.
We went to the hot springs. I loved my body in the water, the heat of the water, being immersed, being held in the hot, slippery water. A raven croaked nearby. There’s no roof on the rooms, so the sky was there, great with clouds. Wow, I really only needed ten minutes–floating, feeling the happiness of it, letting my body relax.
I asked Ming if I could touch his ankles. He raised a foot to me. I petted his ankles, the tops of his feet, and his calves a little. Felt nice. Then I did the other side. Then I got too hot and was half in, half out of the water for a while.
They painted over some murals I liked. They were sweet and chill, with blues and whites–the moon, a naked lady, maybe a dolphin?
Now–ugh! Garish sunsets. Very unrealistic garish sunsets in colors I can’t even look at. Dang.
But the datura mural is still there, thank goodness, in the old style.
Things are changing a lot. Today H knocked on the door. I knocked back, and by his laugh, I knew it was H. He handed me a present bag.
“Wow, opening presents. Feels like Christmas or something!” I said to Ming. I got some pretty notecards. Ming got some tea. We got two kinds of cookies.
On the pass (over the hump to Pahrump), a few snowflakes flew onto our car. Does that mean we got a white Christmas? I don’t want to google the definition of white Christmas. Snow is cool.
I want to tell you–love is real. You could look or wait, date, not date, try a website, try a meeting–whatever. I know it’s probably better to try.
But if you want love, well, eventually you might be at a party, and a gorgeous someone could walk in who you say, Wow–what a pretty person. He would probably never talk to me. And the rest is history.
All kinds of love in this world. If not a partner person, maybe a neighbor or relative. Or a piece of land, or Mother Earth. Or just some passing love to someone at the grocery store. The smallest thing could change everything.