Have you ever felt like you just happened to be in the right place, at the right time, with the right people? It’s a beautiful feeling. It reminds me that life has a purpose, one which is unique to each of us.
Last night I went to a poetry reading. Of a gathering of about ten people, only one of us brought any poetry. Apparently, the rest of us were there to “listen.” That’s a whole other blog post in and of itself. But the highlight of the night was when the remaining six of us went out afterwards.
A gathering of six strangers could go in any number of directions, but this was a special group. The most welcome surprise was that although we had come together for poetry, we ended up talking about polyamory – the practice of dating more than one person at a time. In the presence of one charming and scandalized skeptic, the other five of us joyfully recounted our interest, fascination, experimentation, and speculations about polyamory. It was funny, lovely, and delightful that we were all in a similar boat. Our handsome skeptic clearly – but very politely – thought we were nuts. He also calmly, yet emphatically, informed us that we would all get AIDS.
Ironically, despite our enthusiasm, we were all either single or currently monogamous, so throwing AIDS into the mix, was a bit of a histrionic stretch. But his objections were fun (for us, anyway, I don’t know how he felt). All in all, it was one of those nights that I’ll remember for a long time. In honor of the night, here’s my latest abstract painting, The Future of Love.
Peace and blessings,