And just like that, I have a new friend.
Two strangers on different paths, both cementing a business arrangement. It produced a pleasant encounter, each enjoying the connection made.
It’s delightful to meet someone I can feel at ease with. For me, it happens rarely.
Those few people who look at life with enthusiasm and curiosity plant a kernel of positivity in me. They enthusiastically force me to engage again. And they are invested in their lives on a scale which most people dare not even tread.
I like that. A lot.
Those are my kind of people. Rare, and precious.
It’s odd to feel alive again after someone’s death. But, actually, it’s kinda refreshing.
I’ve had my share of dysfunctional people in my life. The most troublesome ones from my past are dead now. Other relationships that have died over the years are also thankfully in my rearview mirror. But not before enduring a brief stint of anger and sorrow, of course.
It sounds morbid but here’s to making clean breaks and fresh starts with a death!
Seriously, the result of those losses turned into a renewal of me. The chaos was over, for sure. Peace! No more “What’s going to happen next?” along with no more drama, of any kind. There wasn’t anything more to fight over, feel guilt or shame about. No more tears of frustration or anger. It was over. I was facing my future my way from that point on. I got to say a final goodbye to the shit storm those relationships held over me.
I could breathe again, and more importantly, I could live.
My service, companionship, and support – you get all you need.
My rewards are few and far between.
Me, I’m just waiting here for the next command.
Why am I here?
Presenting the gaggle, yes you.
Oh, do keep your insincerity down.
You sit and throw compliments at each other.
Faux kisses languishing in the air.
So loud as to not be believed.
You support nothing but your own agendas.
Every group has a leader who runs them.
One kowtows in silence for rewards of pleasure.
Another wants to be liked to the detriment of others.
The other doesn’t want to go against the crowd.
What a group of insincere cowards.
You spout off privately “reality, being genuine, love.” then act like little plastic dolls.
You wouldn’t know what real was if it hit you in the face.
Oh yeah, it has, but you dismiss it.
Authenticity doesn’t really fit in your group, or?
Well, fuck you.
Real people don’t hang with fake bitches anyway.
There’s a substantive intimacy in nature. It’s filling.
The smell of earth satisfying and rejuvenating.
The wind enveloping you in its invisible caress.
Touching without, healing within.
Hello, beautiful bird on a sunny day!
Seeing you brings me joy and a smile.
The smile of someone engaged.
I feel my best friend at that moment.
And I miss her.
It’s me looking through her eyes, but she’s not there.
For a moment I could cry.
From her, I learned the wisdom of these significant bits of the day.
She’d be in that moment with me graciously approving
and being grateful for the beauty of our surroundings.
My friend would love you too, beautiful bird.
And I love her.
**This piece selected to guest blog! Thank you, Natasha Tungare!