it’s hard for me to believe, but one year ago today was the last day in the life of miles murphy. he was a black and white ball of shih tzu love and he filled fourteen years of my life with sunshine. i still keep his tag on a shelf in my bookcase along with the slipper that he loved. i think perhaps i always will.
i’m a single gal. my last relationship ended in december of 2005, so that means that i’ve been a single gal for over two years now. you think i’d be used to it, but i’m not. and for the record, it’s not easy being back in the dating scene as a thirty-something.
all of my friends have, solicited or not, shared their advice. i’ve done the online dating thing, i’ve been set up by others, i’ve met people in and around town, but nothing magic has happened. i’m still as single as i was two years ago, and today this makes me sad. today i’m thinking about all the things i miss. today i’m feeling alone.
deep down, i know i will love again. i know i will find someone who will take my breath away, and i know we will find happiness together. we just have to find each other first.
but on a day like today, that seems like an impossibility.
“have you ever asked yourself, or been asked, if you are perhaps, a mystic?”
wow, what a question. especially considering the source.
the question came from an author & artist that i have admired for many years. she recently offered a creative writing class, and i jumped at the change to interact with her on a personal level. i never imagined my writing would elicit such a response.
when i think of mystics, rumi comes immediately to mind. despite their age, his words have always resonated with something deep in my soul. so, so beautiful. i would never think count myself in his ranks.
so, no, i’ve never considered myself a mystic.
honestly, i’m just flattered to have been asked.
this is only a test.
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