Though my losses have been many, I still feel like the luckiest person alive. How can that be so, you may ask--especially if you read my blog. Well, for one, I am still alive. A bonus to be sure, after all kinds of near-deaths, including three cancer diagnoses in the first four decades of my life. And though sorrow continues to plague my existence in new and creative ways, I'm still smiling. Somehow. One of the reasons are my many friends. Loyal and true, and available to the extent that 24-hours a day, there are people I may call upon to listen.
Do you know how rare that is? As rare as knowing people in every major city in the States. And I do.
Among these infinite blessings amidst infinite souls, is one who emerged at an unexpected moment. This particular soul, like me, is an author, a national personality, and an expert in his field. In every way, we are equals. I know this because, he did not have to reach out to me when he did. Or at all. But when he did, he lifted me up in a way I haven't experienced in, well, a year. Not only does this wonderful human being make me feel beautiful, sexy, and appreciated in a time when the opposite is true, he also speaks fluent French...just like me. Oui, ca va. Tres bien! Oh, and he's tall, dark and handsome, too. Not that I care a wit about any of that.... ;)
The unexpected is what the Universe does best. Because, it's only unexpected to the person confined to space and time. We can't even see images as they happen, only seconds later. How is it, then, that we feel so confident in what we see??? Seeing is believing? No, no...I have seen much, and believed it, only to learn that all I saw was a total and complete falsehood. Pretense. Peacocking. Pretend. Petty. And pedestrian.
Unfortunately, I'm a terrible actor. And an even worse liar. Don't take me to Vegas...I have no poker face. None whatsoever. For a person like me, it's hard to understand those who live life as liars and cheats and thieves. Grifters and con men defy my sense of logic because there is no logic in living to hurt others for your benefit. I mean, why would anyone prefer trickery to truth?
Sadly, those who rely on lies generally haven't done much with their lives. It's easy to be honest when you're proud of who you are, and, the things you've accomplished. Like my unexpected and rather wonderful friend.
He first made himself known over a year ago; I was performing at Nashville Comic Con. He told me then that I was the perfect woman--beautiful, smart, accomplished, and, into comics. I believe his actual words included, "God's gift to men." And yes, I remember. I also remember that, ever since, he's been a consistent friend and supporter. Despite having to travel as much as I do.
Those wonderful words last October were as unexpected as anything that's happened to me in the last year. If I hadn't been open, I might have missed it. As miraculous a thing as I've ever experienced. Just like when I got his message a few weeks ago after what was a traumatic loss. I was genuinely surprised. And that never happens.
Like the nebula pictured above, beauty comes from destruction. It's part of an infinite pattern in the Universe. One I just got lucky enough to be a part of. Again. For, there is nothing so beautiful, or so terrible, as the chaos that follows the death of a star. From the dust, a new star will be born. And in the interim, the show that follows is a sight to behold.
At the cosmic level, truth and lies are outdone by the movements of heavenly bodies. Each of us, all humans, are made from that very star dust. Even the liars of this world. Though they may appear to glitter for a moment, the light from a true star can be seen from great distances, and, for years to come.
Meilleurs voeux, mon bien-aime! Et merci beaucoup....