I may have started to buy into this isolation crap today. I may have stopped saying, “I’m an effing widower, I’ve been isolated enough, this is bullshit.” I may have seen the blessing in the two women who bless me with their company. Check that, I hit my knees and thank God for these women.
Julianne is a singular friend. We were introduced through a shared widowhood and I recognized her as a powerful healer at our first meeting. Her sons became fast friends with mine and are the only companions they get to spend time with these days. In a world that looks upside down to me, Julianne stands upright and unashamed against popular currents. She is a model of living in the world, yet not of it.
Maureen is an angel. Her heart shines with white light behind a soft curtain of quiet understanding. Her smile clears my mind and leaves me only with the present. Her patience and grace bless me in difficult times. She subverts convention and breaks all the right rules. Her subtlety balances my brashness, but doesn’t aim to collar it.
It’s not isolation. It’s social distillation, removing impurities and revealing the truest nature of friendship and love. The love warriors are elevated, rising above the morass of fear. They’ve shown me, reminded me, why I’m here: to be the love and share the love.
God bless and thank you for reading,
Jason