Day 46

February 15, 2021

above photo taken 2/15/20

weather was a little different a year ago

                                 

I have nothing really to say today.  I have been in my own state of grief.  Death pushes many buttons.  Talking to sweet old friends evokes some pretty big memories and emotions.  Sometimes this is a good thing.  Today was a holiday, I was able to just be internal.  

 I always loved sweet gentle men, probably because my father was a sweet gentle man.  At least in his core he was.  Between 1971 and 1975 I hung out with Peter R.  I met him when he was my friend, Jamie's, boyfriend.  When they broke up, Peter and I did a lot together.  Today we spoke for about an hour an the phone for the fist time in 15 years.  We laughed really hard and I felt that same sweet warm sense of love.  We loved each other.  It was a sweet gentle hour on the phone.  Thanks, Pete.   

I have some ideas for future story focused blogs.  I am going to set up a short interview with people who identify as they.  I think it's an important evolution that needs to be understood, that people need to hear the stories.  In 2016 I taught for my mentor at Marlboro College for a semester.  One course I taught was Adolescent Development.  Gender identity is a large variable in that course and I was lucky to have students who had done a lot of exploring the topic.  I learned as much as they did in that section of the course.   

Since then several of the young adults that I know well have chosen to identify as they.  Their understanding of gender is not binary and they are well informed and in touch with their own fluid selves.  I am going to give them a place to tell some stories.

Obviously I didn't take a lot of photos today.  Let's hope for more tomorrow.  Meanwhile, stay safe out there, it's slippery.