Happy anniversary, my love

Two years ago, 

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  arrived on my door­step with his suitcase. 

At the time I wrote this:

Sunday was an extra spe­cial day for me. It’s been a long time since I’ve had this kind of intense phys­ical and spir­itual con­nec­tion with someone, brief as it was. 

journey2master

  was here from mid-after­noon until he flew back to San Fran­cisco this morning…

We walked down to the stone spiral and walked it, sep­ar­ately, for Sam­hain, then walked up to West­garth and to Denn for dinner. Back home and it was one of those nights, dis­cus­sions and intim­acy ran­ging across crazy land­scapes. It ended at about 5 this morn­ing in my fab­ulous huge bath tub drink­ing scotch and eating organic orange chocolate…

What a per­fect way to start the year. What a per­fect way to warm my new home, first the house­warm­ing and then this uisge beatha of a man ending the drought (and it’s been a long time between drinks). I asked the uni­verse to let love into my home and my heart and it brings me this! 

There was more, but that’s private. I hon­estly thought it was going to be a lovely one-nighter and noth­ing more. I even titled the post “Ships in the Night”. Anyway, happy anniversary, my darling. Thank you for knock­ing on my door. Thank you even more for ringing me when you got home and invit­ing me over to your place too. I love you.