up the adjective "adventurous" in the
it's likely you'll see her
in the margin, illustrating it. More than almost anyone else I know,
carefully whatever she's going to
She's very, very specific with what she
selecting from within a narrow spectrum. But once she's made her
she throws herself into whatever it is -
And once she's in it, she
like she's in it for life.
to be with her again,
what she's up to now. She said she was newly engaged in
which enhanced her
of and access to the spirit
(that's what she called it). I respect peoples'
If I myself don't
there's neither an implied disagreement with them, nor a criticism of
that I don't
them. I myself have no investment in the (quote unquote) spirit
- which doesn't deny she
she said she
value there? Therefore she does! I said there's no other
for me. For me, there's no other
living in. "I'm always here" I said.
emphasizing "here" when I said that (like "I'm always
here") to underscore the
Instead, mindful of how we
are thrown to misinterpret things, I knew I had to tread carefully.
Emphasizing it, could actually
of the very
I was making (it's pure
when you emphasize "here", you unwittingly reinforce the
distinction "there", when there's really only
"here" here, yes?). So I said "I'm always here" - just
no inflection, no emphasis, no stress ... and waved my raised arm
instead, spontaneously gesticulating to
the floor, the ceiling - ie the physical space: "I'm
That's all we know, really, with certainty: it's
who's ever walked the face of this Earth has confronted that. And to
borrow the call from
of hide-and-seek: it's coming, ready or not!
That's what I said. Like that. And she said ...
her brow furrowing.
Expanding, I said "This place ie this here, this
now, is the coffee shop, and I'm drinking coffee. When this
ends, this place ie this here,
this now, will be the
and I'll be
I don't yet know what that will be like. But it'll be the
place I'll eventually be, and I'll find out soon enough what it's like.
Where we go when we die,
wherever it is, is like that.". "Oh no! It's
as that?" she said, again in thirds. "... or ... maybe ... it
is ..." I said, my
suddenly captured by a burst of sunbeams
on a glass cabinet, dappling it with prismatic flashes of light - for
Too soon, it was
outside, not cocooned by the white noise of the coffee shop's
air-conditioning, I could now hear the sound of the
by, beckoning me. She hugged me warmly, and I her, my
so close to her cheek I kissed it, and whispered in her ear.
"I love you"
I said. "Thank you" she said.