Their expressions pinpointed a joy that suggested a looseness that I craved. Their movements lacked a sense of awareness and need for perfection that I coveted. They simply ran.
He was an artist, an entrepreneur, a community activist, and an innovative thinker in this generation. He left behind a committed partner, two young children, a brother, two parents, and a grandmother.
So when I first presented this blog title to my husband, his expression was immediate. I don’t recall his coming words, but his pointed look said it all, “...Jonathan? Heck no. Jonathan WHO?!” My husband is my closest friend, my partner, my covering, my love, and my heart...and yet
Walking towards the front door entrance of the grocery store, I noticed a man sitting outside the sliding electric doors. He was asking incoming patrons for any spare coins or cash. I had neither.
Why is it that when we get together, I’m not going to tell you that from the time you walked in, I’ve been sizing you up, unconsciously, by comparing my body, hair, and child to yours? Or that I canceled our last lunch date and told you that I was simply “cramping” when I really wanted to say that I felt like I was dying and felt all alone and wanted my mama and questioned why the good Lord had to give us cycles every month?
It wasn’t the first time that I managed to listen to her, seemingly without judgment. But was I really not judging...or due to too many experiences, was I simply devoid of all surprise?