Good morning everyone... yes, I'm alive, although I think someone passed along the Faire equivalent of con crud. Not that lack of sleep during the past week coupled with a break-neck schedule would make me susceptible to random germs at all. Nope, not a bit.
So, I reckon some of you might be wondering why I chose now of all times to clear away the dusty cobwebs from my journal. I mean, I've been lurking here from time to time, catching glimpses of your comings and goings through my smudged viewport, but largely I've just not been around. Some of that has had to do with me using Twitter as my primary social networking feed (because most of the time, 140 characters is as good as I can muster), and facebook for staying in touch, and sometimes I even post random bits of verse and stuff over on my personal blog (which I really need to upgrade, and configure to cross-post to LJ). Most of it has to do with me being wrapped up in half a metric f*ck ton of activity (no surprise there, eh my friends?). At some point soon I'll have to write a post for those who are interested about what I've been up to, because some of it will have bearing on where I am headed in the future.
But at this moment, I want to share one very, very important thing, and that is that I am in love. Unexpectedly, unfathomably, undeniably in love. It's been a little over two years since ravynmaniac and I separated, and I haven't really been "looking" for someone during that time. Maybe hoping that I would meet someone, but really not pursuing anyone, mostly because I really felt that I needed to work out some of my own headspace issues before getting involved with someone. Like not feeling like I had to fill an empty place, like being comfortable with being alone, so that when the opportunity to enter into a relationship did arise it would be about "us" and not about "me". The irony is that I had kind of reached an eqillibrium point with regards to all of that, when the universe decided that I needed to be nudged.
dreamtigress invited me to join a post-Faire meal at Killarney Pub last Saturday, and t'was there that something "clicked" with her sister bikher. We'd met before, my claim to fame being introducing dreamtigress (and as a result, bikher and many others) to the liquid bliss that is St. Germaine's (bikher calls it the "closest thing to Faerie Juice this side of the rainbow"), and we'd flirted a bit earlier that day as one does at Faire, but I don't think either of us were prepared for the spark that came out iof that evening. And I'm not going to go into the details, because to do so would be tawdry, rude and inconsiderate, and just might make a few of you blush.
Suffice it to say that the past week has been a whirlwind of emotion, very groundless and exhilarating, both scary and incredibly comforting all in one. And all of those words, any words, are inadequate right now, for describing what is happening for bikher and I. Maybe the best thing to say is that we're very, very happy, for the first time in a long time.
Updates to follow...