It’s been raining tonight - a real spring rain: almost warm, sometimes gentle, sometimes fierce, and nourishing, so nourishing.

It’s less than a month to the first day of spring, yet it seems like winter never really set in. Did we have it too easy, this year? Are we doomed to pay? Will late frosts nip the darling buds of, um, March?

Nah.

But the crazy thing about spring is, just when you think you’re putting the hard days of winter behind you, you realize that the real work is just beginning. Clutter that’s been camouflaged by winter’s browns and grays must now be cleared away. Whatever’s dead has to be removed, to make room for new growth. And that new growth must be tended, carefully, lovingly, and consistently.

Still, the beauty of spring is that, no matter what you do, it comes, fresh and beautiful as ever.

Too bad web sites don’t work that way. It’s time, once again, for the site to receive a makeover. We’re working on a very peppy, but nearly obsolete, 486/66 that won’t support our scanner. Thus, no new photos. That is soon to change. (We’ve got good ‘uns!)

Stick around. Spring is coming, and the magic’s just begun.

So what do I want? What am I seeking, when I set out on this journey toward “fulfillment”? To be loved? Of course. To be desired? Naturally. And whether or not these things come freely, the road is full of pitfalls. Without love, without the dazzling opportunities of desire, there is loneliness, a lack of purpose, a hollowness to any achievement.

Yet with these things comes the danger of obsession, of possession, of being possessed, of becoming the object of obsession - a thing so strong and so hungry it must feed on what it desires until that thing is consumed. Then obsession must feed on itself, and in that process the truth, the reality, the hope of the thing in which it once delighted becomes lost, obscured, obliterated.

The thrill of discovery becomes terror of the unknown. The anticipation of each new moment becomes an acute fear of what could go wrong. Newness feels unfamiliar; and familiarity breeds - first - complacency, and then boredom, and then, at last, contempt.

Is it possible to love - to truly love - without desiring to possess? Is it possible to belong to another enough to know real love, without giving up one’s self completely? And what, really, is “real” love? (more…)

M’kay, we’ve got tons of new pikkies waiting to be scanned, loads of new stories waiting to be told, oodles of information we’re dying to share…but again, time is limited. Isn’t that the crux of it all…

We’re pretty much moved into the new house, and we love it. The sound of the trains going by outside is a reminder that life is going on, always, somewhere.

Life. How’s yours? Let us know.

We’re bad. We’re so very bad. Spank us? Please?

We’ve been busy with the move and have simply had no time to update the site. Which is extremely sad, when we consider all that’s gone on in our lives of late.

But you’re gonna have to wait. It’s not that we don’t love you - we do. Be patient with us; we’re new at this.

xoxoxo,
gooey & Mishi