Lessons from the Nature Boy

August 21, 2007

There was a boy…
A very strange enchanted boy.
They say he wandered very far, very far
Over land and sea,
A little shy and sad of eye
But very wise was he.

And then one day,
A magic day, he passed my way.
And while we spoke of many things,
Fools and kings,
This he said to me,
“The greatest thing you’ll ever learn
Is just to love and be loved in return.”


First photo together (April 2004)


  1. Man, posting old pics of pretty girls with dorky looking guys must be the thing to do today.

    (That would make more sense and seem less insulting if you had seen my blog today.)

  2. Wow. We were on some total wavelength together. Creepy. Must be the California connection. Congratulations once again!

  3. You just gave me a big longing to play some Nat King Cole. And you are now on my list,by the way. And thank you for your nice comments.

  4. Ian, thank *you*. I am humbled and love the similarities our lives share. Spiritual homes are so important, aren’t they? I need to come and visit and will be by soon. Best regards, ~ A

  5. I have always liked that song.

  6. Good song.

  7. So glad! It was really in my head that day for some reason. Probably because Jon is one of those deep, moody, artistic types and we’d just had great sex. šŸ˜‰ (Whoops, did I say that?) I love him. He drives me absolutely crazy sometimes (and vice versa), but I love him.

  8. Remind me again why you feel you need more of a life? Seems like you’ve got it all.

  9. Oh, Jim. How much time do you have? It was the best of times; it was the worst of times. I try to keep the “worst of times” part off of this blog, for the most part. I think it’s not that I need more of a life as much as that I need to learn how to deal with the imperfect parts better.

  10. Maybe you should feel more comfortable sharing the not-so-good stuff here so we better understand what your life is all about … ?

  11. Hi Jim ~ I’ve been thinking about that ever since I read your comment. The good, the bad, the truly ugly. I’m definitely thinking . . . thinking . . . thinking. . . thinking. (And I thank you for that. There’s some deep stuff we’ve been wading through, and I’m still not done processing it yet. Like those layers of the onion you mentioned.) My problem is that I seem to either not talk about it or explode. There doesn’t seem to be a lot of rational middle ground. If I can get to the point where I’m not exploding, maybe I can write about it in a way that doesn’t leave everyone with a deer-in-the-headlights and oh-my-god-that-was-WAY-too-much-information look.

  12. Well, I for one ā€” as a blogger who doesn’t hold much back ā€” would be interested in hearing and able to handle it. Maybe I could even be helpful.

    But that’s a place you have to get to on your own, I understand. You’ve got sensitivities and sensibilities other than your own to protect, I know, and that can be a powerful subconscious censor when you sit down to blog.

    All I can say is I firmly believe in “in blogging for a penny, in blogging for a pound.” It really is wonderfully cathartic even as you tremble in terror before tapping the “Send” or “Enter” button.”

  13. Jim ~ Thanks for this. I am a blabber by nature, and this whole experience (the one I don’t talk about) has taught me things I wish I’d never had to learn. That being said, one of those things I’ve been *trying* to learn is that another person’s story is not really mine to share, even if it’s a close family member’s. I may e-mail you because I know how curious I get about other people’s stories. My gut tells me I shouldn’t be posting in a public forum, but you never know, maybe posting about it publicly is exactly what I *should* do. All that to say that I’ve been thinking a lot about perceptions, both my own and those of others, and am realizing again how we formulate ideas about a person and his or her life based on what they choose to share (and choose to hide). What folks see on this blog is only 20% of the story. If that. But it’s the good part of the story, and I am comforted by the good. I think people would rather read the good than hear about troubles and addictions and betrayals. Could be wrong, but . . . .

    Thanks for helping me think. I’ve been trying to resolve these issues in my heart for a couple of years, and have just about got it. I’m just not there yet, and that not being there causes frustration. Perhaps that’s the point — that the not being there (wherever that elusive “there” is) is just part of the deal.

  14. Angela, I understand that you’ve got legitimate hesitations over legitimate boundaries. I just feel I never really get to know somebody unless I hear the bad stuff in addition to the good stuff. And the good stuff sure makes me you seem worth knowing.

    I have a friend who posts on a private forum to which I belong. She will go on and on about her ex-husband’s evildoery and the everyday nightmare that is her job in excruciating detail … but she has decided, for reasons she won’t even explain, that she’ll never talk about her current relationship ā€” even though I’ve met the guy and he seems good for her and they seem happy together. I don’t understand it ā€” but do understand that for whatever reason, each of has drawn squirrelly little boundaries around our blogging lives. I accept that as long as they accept that they’re really cheating their friends and readers in a way by so self-consciously editing their lives in the interest of presenting an image that isn’t entirely true. And I guess I wonder what good that does.

    But again, it’s your blog, your life, and ultimately your decisions. I just want you to know that it seems like we’d all like to share in more of each of the above with you.

  15. Thanks, Jim. I actually feel honored that anyone would want to know more about my crazy life. I’ll see if I can’t explain some things without turning it into some big pity party for myself (which is just never attractive), put on my journalist’s hat and stick to the “facts, ma’am — nothing but the facts.” I think I could do that. I think this might be a good week to do that. More to come. And yes, I do accept for better or worse that some folks are irritated at me for not sharing more — some folks are irritated at me because I share too much. I think that we all want to be seen, heard and known, though, so your interest is encouraging. Let me see what I can come up with.

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