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Tuesday, October 23, 2007

Perfect Strangers

Don't we all start that way? Perfect. Strangers. In some strange way, we all end this way too; unable to break that thin skin I'm always talking about.

Some strangers come and go, and some stay rooted in our lives. Sometimes we can almost see the all of them. Sometimes we almost obtain our peak. Break through. Almost make it to the top.

But two souls can never live in the same body. So we must remain just a bit apart, depending on kindness.

For such a tried and true romantic, I really do believe we travel this road alone.Thank God, we meet some beautiful strangers along the way.

I met one of these beautiful men on the freeway in LA....and married him years later. Sounds unlikely. Sounds more than mighty strange.

Shortly after, he introduced me to this other strange man..who lived with us..as newlyweds, for a couple of years. Looking back, it could have been a recipe for disaster..or at least a really good sit-com.

But instead, it was a close as I will ever get to actually having a brother.
It was a strange blessing."We" were truly happy.

We ended up out growing the home we'd all made..and each moving in our own directions again..My "brother" eventually finding his wife and making his family.

We aren't as close as we once were. The addition of a new stranger, disrupted the balance. Made things feel strange.

We saw each other again, just last week, the three of us, perfect strangers. Still Perfect. Still a strange blessing. Thank God.

For more Strangeness..Head over to Writer's Island
posted by wendy at 10:23 AM


Oh I love love this write, and that it is personal gives it such a wonderful twist on what a stranger can become to us. Wonderful read for me.

10/23/07, 11:53 AM  

It's a wonderful story and a fabulous photo! xo

10/23/07, 1:56 PM  

This was such wonderful prose, and I agree with rebicmel, that it was personal added even more to it.

10/23/07, 1:58 PM  

...and, of course, some of us are a little stranger than others, some of us a little more, or a little less, perfect.


10/23/07, 2:46 PM  

Strangly perfect response for this prompt.
The tinge of saddness that things change is but a reminder to savor each morsel of life as it presents itself to us.

ps. It also reminds us of what we are capable of.

10/23/07, 6:35 PM  

So so so lovely - I feel like I tell you that an awful lot, but it's awfully true!

10/23/07, 6:47 PM  

It was strange actually. I kept expecting to find the poem or haiku along the way and found a perfectly nice story...a slice of your life instead. What a pleasant surprise.

10/23/07, 8:52 PM  

A nicely told piece of life. Sometimes I think there's a lot of stranger in each relationship. At least... Anyway, I enjoyed reading your post!

10/23/07, 9:32 PM  

"Perfect strangers" is a great phrase and this made for a great read. (Sounds like you had quite a trip to SoCal!)

10/23/07, 10:30 PM  

Which just goes to show that if you are on of the strangers, then the other strangers are very lucky indeed!

10/24/07, 12:22 AM  

I mean one of the strangers ....

10/24/07, 12:23 AM  

Using public transit regularly, I'm often intrigued by the faces and stories that surround me as we share the journey, these strangers who are my companions nonetheless.

10/24/07, 7:11 AM  

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