I went home with a friend last night for a late, last-minute canoodle. He's divorced and trying to decide if men are his thing.And in the middle of it all I asked myself why I was doing it. Sure, he's cute and a great kisser, but for the most part he's just a big ole' mess! Being around him for a bizarre evening and night made me extremely grateful for the tiny amount of balance I've managed to carve out in my own life as a byproduct of seeking my center.
This fella has no balance at all that I can detect, with the possible exception of his two children upon whom he dotes and is a very good father. I felt sorry for him: he has no peace at all right now, all is in chaos, crazy house, crazy ex-wife, crazy work hours, long commute (for here), no stability. I thought of the quotation that King Leo always repeats: "If your house is not a haven, then you're cut off at the knees." This fella's walking on stumps, bless him.
It's good to see something every now and then in a concrete way and to be reminded of a blessing that I do have..
2 comments:
I know the feeling of craziness and am trying to work toward balance. It can seem like an unachievable goal.
But, like a swinging pendulum, balance only comes with swinging back and forth. back and forth.
it sounds like a 'rescue' case
it is nice to help but I don't get romantically involved with these cases.
good luck.
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