Day 217

Two little girls with two little kittens. (Tim took this picture a long time ago.  It can be seen on his flickr page too)

Thirty-two years ago today I was 22 years old and naive enough to marry a gay man.  The best results were these two little sweethearts. 

There was heartbreak and much sadness involved in the breakup, but after a while, years sometimes, you get over yourself, and your heart heals, and you forgive people for who they are, you have no regrets, and you have a deep tolerance and understanding of gay people, which you would not have otherwise had.

My upbringing, my world-view at the time of my marriage, were so utterly different from those of my own children at similar ages.  In my 54 years of life, technology has galloped along at an ever-increasing speed, resulting in overloads of information, so much of it in small short bytes, which results in us all being vaguely afflicted with Attention Deficit Disorder (ADD).  The screen grabs us wherever we are, look for any missing guy in this house and usually you will find him sucked in by a computer. 

What we lack in these days is off-time, thinking time, quiet alone time.  A child making a 'nest' somewhere in the house and reading one book there for hours.  An adult sitting on the deck, watching birds, drifting along in thought, not constantly worrying about bills, work, retirement.    Digging in the earth, walking along a deer-track, swimming in the liquid ocean.  Restoration.  Rejuvenation.  Recharging the batteries.

And these are those two little sweethearts many years later, with Tim.