From Snow to Sun ~ The Grand Adventure Takes a Turn

When I first met The New England Man back in October, 2006 and read his infamous blog the first time, I thought to myself, "I'm not sure I like this guy. The title of his blog does not amuse me." But as the story goes, as many of you have witnessed, we eventually ended up together as a romantic couple.

I went to New England for New Year's and magic happened.
We started to fall in love and became good friends.
I found out there is more to the man than a blog title.
He killed lobsters.
I smelled snow.
He came to Bloggingham Palace and met my friends and family.
I dined with his parents in April and his dad sang "What a Wonderful World" on the Connecticut River. I met his lovely family and other bloggers in the northeast. We danced to Lenny Kravitz in a truckstop, boarded flights up and down the East Coast to see each other and made plans for the summer. It was a wonderful journey.

We developed an American Idol review together.
we won a Blogscar from Sanni as The Most Romantic Blog story and shared our frequent trips with our readers. .
I came to New England in June for the summer and our "grand adventure" began.

The arduous and sometimes hysterical task of two crazy people trying to live together, blog together, cook together (and I use that term loosely) and dance the dance couples enjoy. What we found, once again, was a lot of laughter and closeness. And friendship.

So this post is in honor of ...
Who they were
How they were
Why they were

And who we are

Friends
Just friends now

I will never forget my whirlwind romance with The New England Man - a tangible entangling of two people hurled from a blog page into the arms of new love and possibilities. But I think we are old enough, and hopefully wise enough, to recognize that what it became - took a different path. Perhaps a more mature understanding of who we are and what we needed. But that doesn't diminish the magic. It hangs like a bubble of beauty in my mind and makes me smile.

What would make this meaningless is if we lost our friendship. Neither one of us wants that to happen. So we will blog. And we will cheer each other on. And we will care about what happens to the other. And I will cyber-slap him when he goes on his first date and blogs about it.

(Just a little humor there said non-violent-peace-globes-woman)
Sigh.
Forgive me! I so need a laugh. God, I hope you're laughing.

The sun was shining in New England on this July 4, 2007 when I left to return to Bloggingham Palace. Because we have been so open and public about our relationship, it is fitting to openly declare that we part as friends and wish each other well - with a hug and a kiss and a please-get-out-the-door-before-I-fall-apart feeling. Actually, it is my decision - not his- to write about this today. Whether he chooses to or not is his decision. He does not hold much with closure but I need to do this for myself. I have always been honest with my readers (and with his permission) have written nearly 35 posts while in this little adventure. You have applauded, you have advised, you have laughed and even tried to teach me how to cook.

On that count you failed, my friends. But I digress.

It is my nature to write when I am sorting through, so today Mimi Writes about the really important stuff.......

That I am thankful I spent New Year's smelling snow
That I am thankful I opened myself up to someone again
That I am thankful for midnight conversations and self-realizations

That I am thankful I remembered what vulnerability feels like

That I am thankful I took a risk and believed in the power of love

I am choosing today to extract the bitter and replace it with a blessing.

Do I know where my pencil skirt will take me?
No.

But I still believe in the power of love

...because it is all

We fall in love and we heal

We love deeper and we heal

and sometimes love evolves

into a cavernous understanding of self

and thank God, the love is there

right in front of the space that needs filling

and if we're open

we take

what we need

and we give

what we need

and the river runs

over a smoothly lined rock or two

over twig and memory and revelation

and takes an unexpected turn

spills into a roaring ravine

But it is not lost.

It just finds a new stream

and is carried along

Taking the passions and purpose it found along the way

and gives it again.

I will never regret where the river took me

but it may take some time to spout a new story

So I will write...and write....

and on occasion

you may hear a winding song pour from my pen

or silliness

that safely sounds like sanity

or a new adventure in a new light

in a new skirt

in deeper waters

yes, deeper waters

But I will not regret one moment spent

in a crooked stream

with a man I chose to love

and who loved me

I will not regret

because I choose not to

and honor him as my soul friend

and bless him with all good things

in his life

and in his future

And I will watch the stream move away

on down the river

disappear around the bend....

and I will choose to be peaceful.

Time to return to reflection

And peace globes

And pencil skirts

And prayer

Not necessarily in that order