2004Jul27
Tuesday

Today I open to the love God intends for me. My father reached this point and met my mother. I think I used to try and recreate this – that demand to be open that was put upon me I carried for thirty-two years (talk about a late bloomer!) and sought it out while balking at the arbitrariness of each situation (and they were all so much the same even as I exalted their idiosyncracies). It is so easy to catch a reflection of oneself in another person, to fall prey to some unsubstantial identity in lieu of comfort or security, and to be shocked by life’s truth when dreams overwhelm reality.