good things are allowed to be easy

This is a Glorious Mirror-Holding Read.

Between this and finishing Less by Andrew Sean Greer (which had me laughing and happy crying and laughing and happy crying during the final 100 pages at the pool at a local gym/spa) and starting to meet more kind gay men lately in our community and listening to Incredible New Album releases this past week ~ there is A Lot of Exceptional Energetic Clearing and Transformation for New Changes.

I was used to downing a person like a shot, but with Henry, I sipped.

“Shouldn’t it be more difficult than this?” I asked my therapist.

“In real life, good things are allowed to be easy,” she said. “Trust it.”

A few months into seeing each other, I gave Henry a book of illustrated animal facts, expecting him to appreciate it as a thoughtful if not particularly noteworthy gesture.

“This is the best gift ever,” he said.

Sitting cross-legged on my California king, he went through the book page by page, wondrously repeating the best facts aloud: “Hummingbirds flap their wings up to 200 times a second!”

Henry didn’t need things to be dramatic to feel alive because he paid attention to the small details that make life feel miraculous. His capacity for delight, his seemingly boundless sense of wonder, was one of the first things I loved about him. I just didn’t know it at the time.

OH YES! So innocent, sweet - just what the doctor ordered. Really love this. Goes with the cool sunny weather outside my opened windows, the fresh air and all the possibilities that await me today. It’s life and I need it up close and personal since Covid. Isn’t love grand!

Absolutely beautiful. AOTD makes complete sense.

What a way with words:

My earlier experiences of falling in love had felt like being stuffed in a barrel and thrown off a waterfall, a blind tumble both euphoric and terrifying. Falling in love with Henry felt like being carried along a smooth river to the sea.