A Beautiful Life Tapestry

Where to Begin…

These are a couple of the first photos that Mr. P sent to me…I fell in love with the beautiful and vibrant brillant orange blossoms and seeds…and now as I look out my window into the back yard…I watch as the coral trees are beginning to bloom again..serenaded by their beauty…and listening as they whisper to me of magic yet to come…

A very small country town in southern Indiana…that was where I ended up after an “adventure” in Anchorage, Alaska…broke and broken in the tinest of pieces…but like the gnarled old scraggly tree that has weathered many storms…in my own timing…I started to blossom again…slowly and timidly the green leaves of my spirit starting to unfurl…

That is where Mr. P found me…metaphorically…I had become bored without stimulating conversation and new adventures beckoning…if only in my confines of my imagination…

Options…not a lot…in a small town where the drug epidemic was national news…where guns…trucks…hooch…and hoochies…were the conversations of the day…*I do have to qualify the above by saying…there were also many beautiful people within it’s borders...people that I grew to love and still love deeply

A believer that there are always options…over…around…and if necessary under…I started searching the “world over” for a little diversion…being somewhat limited in my options…I joined several dating sites and had every kind of conversation imaginable…with people literally around the world…some quirky…some desperate…some honest and some not-so-honest conversations…some lasting only one or two exchanges…and a few that lasted several months…but eventually I became bored and the conversations would cease…

I was willing to just settle for decent dialogue…nothing serious…hopefully something a little curious…maybe fastinating…and a little engaging…I was even willing to settle for interactions that would just be pleasurable…no strings…no entanglements…

hmmm…what other options were available…ah huh…a Pen Pal…might that be an option…unfortunately…just another avenue for schemers and scammers…but hope always springs eternal…after all I was just one…relatively “normal” person searching for one more decent human being in a world of 7+ Billion people…the odds couldn’t be that bad…so I kept my account open…just for the “heck” of it…

A year or two slowly meandered through my life…I recieved a request for conversation from someone from South Africa…pretty much a first…not a lot of people from a country that is not even within the periperal of most people…

8,687 Miles Apart

So I was safe from any pushy advances…and He was different…interestingly different…not really my type… so I thought…I have always prefered the Latin/Hispanic tribe…since before I even understood what “Hispanic” really meant…and having lived within the culture for 18 years…the paradigm was still strong…but on…

March 8th, 2018

Happiness often sneaks in through a door you didn't know you left open. - John Barrymore
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