My stories, the ones written and not yet so,  are not complaints, not regrets, not exercises in analysis or self-examination. I have always been a quick study, and when I am done, I am done. Life is what it is, and no more. I don't bring blame or guilt to my table.  I once did; but no more.  

I do have my own quirky ways of dealing with loss and pain.  These include immediately burning material objects associated with a person or event, loud music, watercolors,  fresh air and new patterns in my daily activities... I do a little hoodoo and transmute pain into spiritual ascent.  Might as well. Yesterday is gone. 

There is only one story that will never be told, and  that is of my 20 year marriage and its demise. It took both of us, my ex and I,  to create it, and both of us to end it.  Like two trains speeding toward each other on the same track, we set out not knowing the inevitable. How could we ever have functioned, had we known the future?  We had something rare and it lives on.  

All that is golden can stay as long as we want it to.  It is a choice.  

Oh, I will share some of the amazing, even stupendous death defying deeds of my ex.   And stories of our quasi Eden-esque life in interior and SE Alaska. But these are just stories....not commentary on a marriage , pro or con. 

Life is good, smiles... and I give thanks. ~~~Light Opera~~~