I'm hearing Ryan Adams right now sing "You Will Always Be the Same" and he sounds great. Sounds familiar. Like home. Like some kind of love.
Tonight I took a risk and wrote about my warning label. The details are here on one of my other blogs.
The short of it is that sometimes, when recovering from heart break, I see my patterns and I think, I should come with a warning label:
Warning: I’m going to fall in love with you. Get close to me, get close enough to kiss me, and you’re just about guaranteed to have a love bug on your hands (in your arms, in your kitchen, in your heart if you’ll take her). Not for the faint of heart.
I credit the work in The Artist's Way for helping me distinguish that I DO want such a love in my life and for being unapologetic about it. I credit this week with encouraging me to take risks like declaring such a thing to the Universe (I suppose I also credit Wallace Wattles for that, too, with gratitude).
I'm really sleepy right now, having stayed up a little late to get this bit written. I'll come back here again soon.