Driving to New Hampshire, l'm pushing us to think of examples of friendship, exploration and hospitality in our decades long encounter, that is, where and when we've shown generosity, constancy or curiosity.
All great in theory, but what about reality? I mean, when wallets get left behind, or someone just has to, right away, no delay, take a leak, or butter is omitted from the grocery list (blame equally divided). High principles now meet the gritted teeth occasion.
Now is the time for forbearance, patience, solution discovery, the pleasures of the rant foregone. Of there is a price, it must be borne by both.
Likewise, the meal of extremely tender asparagus et al while listening to Arnold's Guitar Concerto is to be remarked upon and savored by both.
After a while, the discussion turned to the spaces in our relationship: the positive, at times surprisingly luminous; the negative, meaning the uncomfortable, really dark; the neutral, too large and apt to expand.
This morning, climbing through slant-lit beech forest to the top of a small hill where a bed of needles supports a 'lawn' of wispy grass, I saw an apsen copse with a flock of chickadees threading through the intricate volumes within, and thought: Day come, dark come, let our spaces be as alive as these.
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