Two Good Men

memorial day
detail of ceramic sculpture
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Recently two old friends came to visit.

One, I lost my virginity to (and adored) many years ago and the other became my love as well (equally adored).

My high school clan was decidedly male and slightly peppered with women.

We all moved as a sort of pack, felt safe, seen and woven into this precious nest.

Fourty years later there we were, the three of us sitting in my apartment hoisting a glass of wine together, tipping our hat to the rare jewel in our midst: US..still loving each other to the very core after all this time.

These two remarkable men flew all the way from California to see me.

They treated me like a queen, family, cherished friend.

We looked at old photos, dined at the very best spots Santa Fe has to offer, breakfasted leisurely, visited the fabulous fossil and mineral shop downtown and eased through our time together just like we used to (sans marijuana high..).

One of the guys had made a reservation at the best restaurant in town. We sat and ordered. Part of my meal was snow peas with bacon. I had asked the kitchen to cut the peas into small pieces as I had not the use of my right hand to manage a knife. They arrived whole, alas. I tried to eat them gracefully but my friend noticed my conundrum and just casually asked if he might cut them for me.

I am pretty used to asking for this kind of help within my local circle but it surprised and thrilled me that without an ounce of embarrassment or shame I slid my plate to him.

And we carried on..

That nest we all wove so many years ago still holds.

As we said good bye on the street near the downtown plaza and moved apart in opposite directions I turned my chair back to watch them both walk away. Just like a lover, I wasn’t ready to let them go.

How miraculous love is.

And what a fine, fine ‘man-picker’ I used to be….

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7 Responses to “Two Good Men”

  1. Rita Kindl Myers on October 5th, 2014

    Lovely! It brings to mind the times when I have had the good fortune to meet with old friends. “That nest we all wove so many years ago still holds.” I really like that description.

  2. Alexis on October 5th, 2014

    Why do your writings always make me cry? xxxxxxxxx

  3. webster on October 5th, 2014

    Lovely; just lovely. You were indeed a good chooser of lovers.

  4. Jenny on October 5th, 2014

    What gorgeous story, what great friends and what stories you all have .

  5. barbara mcdaniel on October 6th, 2014

    and what a fine chooser you still are cath!

  6. gerry harty on October 6th, 2014

    wonderful story Cathy! And what a fine”woman -picker” they were!!! xoxo

  7. Alexandra Eldridge on October 12th, 2014

    What a stunning story. Love does not disappear, it thrives instead just at the right time. xxx

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