Hugging

I met my young, married friend today at my house for lunch. As we were chatting about "work", we spoke about how we are both working, yet our main passion was not in our jobs. I immediately recalled his passion for performing/singing. Now, that passion has changed to something else. My friend has many passions! Anyway, I asked him to sing for me. He explained how he had to have his "things", his instruments, his "space" surrounding him in order to sing. He could not just "sing" on the spot. I then thought about my paintings and how difficult it is to paint when someone else is around. Yet, I realized my paintings, themselves, arrive from everything in my "space", yet, "focusing" for whatever reason, on that one thing. Interesting. It appears my young, married friend is teaching me about "commitment", realizing I have a tendency not to want to commit to a relationship.

I took the picture of the flowers yesterday. This morning, there remains only the red one. They are dragon daisies.

What I especially enjoy about my young friend is the fact that we can enjoy each other, speaking freely of whatever comes to mind, and respecting boundaries (he is sooo in love with his wife). I've never experienced that type of relationship. A relationship built upon trust. I think FRIEND is the key word here.

Also, what I enjoyed most about my friend's meeting at my home, was the fact that it wasn't planned. During our "texting", I mentioned what I had cooked the previous day, which turned out to be something he thoroughly enjoyed. I offered it to him. So after that it was just now. Ok, leaving NOW, meet you, ok? Spontaneous living. Something I have always done. No thinking, no manipulating, just doing. Such a wonderous way of life. Perhaps, only adding from what was to what is. The majesty of life becoming.