Shane has joined the goose chase!

Since mom posted a little love history, I will begin there as well. None of us would want to hear about my history of love altogether, (besides which that is the stuff of novels), but true love came along last summer. Shane and I agreed to meet through Match.com to go to a large back to the earth, contra dancin, hippie, pot-luck, pond swimmin party. We had spoken a few times on the phone but never met. I drove to locust fork, completely unadorned except for my proclamation of "reading is sexy" on the front of my t-shirt, parked and sat on his front porch watching birds at the feeder and then a heavy thunderstorm before we began our trek. All day as we drove through the country, getting lost, swimming in the pond and picnicking outdoors, it felt as though we were longtime friends who had known each other always. Comfortable, right, peaceful.
Today we refound a rock formation that we saw at dusk yesterday and wanted to check out. We climbed in and out of rocks and through open spring woods. Heard the call of a squirrel frog. Bought comic books and children's story books at the jumble flea market. And yes kisses, always always always kisses. Literally --at dusk---the geese honked that wild sound above us and two of them passed us along towards some tantalizing unkwown wetlands just beyond thickets and forest. There is death and there is the world of 10,000 secret things outside, inside, and all around us. We both used to go looking and looking for through a veil of empty feelings and now there is May 3 and the rest of our life. Everyday love.