In good company

Yesterday at The Bookshelf I bough Letters to a Young Poet, by Rainer Maria Rilke. I'm only familiar with the poet's words in "Dirait-on", a choral song popular with gay and lesbian choruses, and which I love. I had no idea his experience might be so close to my own. His advice to the young poet concentrates on solitude.

I need to read this and rethink priorities.

Meanwhile I'm in the midst of a rare experience, spending time with one of the few people who doesn't make me uncomfortable over an extended period. Connor is no different in person from what I expected, only better.

We have forged unforgettable memories: long drives through the Muskoka countryside; catching the sunset like a drop of molten ruby across Lake of Bays; exploring downtown Guelph on a grey day, the air redolent with rain and pollen; drinks at the Pennywhistle with my buddies after choir; and many others.

I already knew we shared similarities of background and experience, but this week we delved deeper. I feel more keenly connected. A small part of me will go with him to Arizona, a desert place I long to see someday.

Soon we're heading to Toronto.