On this date 25 years ago, I fell in love with a German woman in
Venice at the end of a blind alley. 20 years ago on this date Fin and I were wed, and today we celebrate. In that couple of decades and some we’ve toiled and rejoiced in the way that people who grow truly intimate inevitably do, and instead of children (not entirely out of the picture quite yet) we’ve birthed art, hers and mine (she knew from age five what she was put on earth to do - it took me years to own up to bondage being art, and I still don’t know why I resisted). A quarter century of common and diverging-in-common aspirations has been no less colorful than that crystalline moment when everything changed, and there is nothing today that each of us does not endorse in the other. Nothing. The world only opens wider with each yes.
It has been a quiet epiphany to learn that all revelation pales before expansive love - recklessly admitted, honestly expressed and gratefully received. Run to it with glad abandon and give yourself to its tender ravages, for in the loss of your self there is the universe to be gained.
With thanks to Barbara Nitke
On this date 25 years ago, I fell in love with a German woman in 
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Happy Anniversary to you both!! Although I have not had the pleasure of meeting Fin yet I can tell she must be an amazing woman from the way your eyes sparkle when you speak of her. Much more love to you both ... Suze
Many thanks, Suze. There is much in my life to lend that sparkle you see.
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