Love. Love. Love. Love.

The Man I Love....Just a sneak peak at his back, he is shy. He has a sexy back, though, doesn't he!?

How do I begin to tell you about the week I had with the Man in Moseley? I know I promised details, but I don’t think I’ll be able to deliver. My mind feels like mush, so completely drowned in the endorphins of love. I can’t see straight, speak coherently, or write…

I am in love. Completely in love. Swimming in it, in fact.

Philosophers, poets, theologians, they all say language falls short the closer we approach to the divine.  It’s true…How do you explain the things that engulf you entirely? God…Love… The experience of either is so powerful and profound, any attempt at a description feels trite and unjust. But we try anyhow…

There is a metaphor for this I really like. Imagine asking a fish to describe what water is.  It could not. The question itself would seem strange. What isn’t water? The fish might think. Water just IS, and it is everything.

This is how feel about my love for the Man in Moseley. It just IS. It’s so powerful, so present, so ubiquitous. And I just don’t know how to explain it any more than that. I am fish in a mighty beautiful pond and the water is just there, all around me. There is nowhere I go that it ceases to be.

So what’s next? How long do I hang out in this pond?  Forever, I hope.

What is it like being a single mom in love?  Strange. And strangely, not strange.

The week I spent in the continual presence of my Man in Moselely felt right. Being by his side I felt absolutely in sync with the cosmos, as if God himself was winking at me and giving me a big thumbs up. The fear a mother has that her child won’t be accepted or loved by her partner seemed a long way gone. My man in Moseley spoke about Lucca and I and the family the three of us would become with tears in his eyes. Joy.

Everywhere there are signs that angels have their hard hats on, paving a silky road for us to travel together.

I feel like I’ve just won a heavenly lottery.

So much more to say and to muse about the future, but my brain is still mush. Thank you to all of you who wrote me in encouragment, support and heartfelt interests in hearing the rest of the story. You all might be invited to a big celebration, some might call a reception of one kind or another, someday ;)