It seems like it always happens.
The bubble bursts.
This time it took less than two months.
The bubble bursts.
This time it took less than two months.
Unconditional love. Yeah sure.
Love of his life. Blah blah blah.
It took one reference. One. To a belief system he had no interest in. No knowledge of. No desire to understand. To shut me down.
This is the first time in this iteration.
There will be others.
A casual reference to that zany, unpredictable, sign-no-contracts phase of the stars. No alignment. Things out of whack. Askew.
One paltry mention. In passing.
If this were the 1600s and we were in Salem no doubt he'd have me burned at the stake ... or dunked in the pond. No ifs, ands or buts. But this is 2010. And hey, he's (by his own admission) a changed man. The father of a daughter. So he knows now how to be sensitive. Compassionate to his woman folk.
But no. He is curious as to what this is all about. My rigid, tied-up-in-knots friend. Wants total acceptance. But seems unwilling to turn the tables. Allow others freedom to think and be.
This is just the beginning. Or, with luck an anomaly. Fingers crossed that it is not history repeating itself.
If so, I am the dupe.
Mercury retrograde comes three times annually. It provides us the unique opportunity to adjust our thoughts, attitudes and decisions about issues and bend in a new direction as we move through 2010.
But this is numero tre. Our third foray. The last time. The charm. Right?
Mercury, the divine messenger, must really be in retrograde.
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