Divorce is also a blessing within a curse.
Divorce is a long dark lonely road to nowhere that somehow, nonetheless, you're desperate to believe is heading somewhere, albeit only god-knows-where.
Divorce is an explosion, one of such great magnitude that it will surely result in the complete destruction of all-things, in the same way that it is an explosion of such great magnitude that it will (it must) therefore compel radical, molecular regeneration, elemental fusion, and evolution.
I conferred what feels as if it could be one of the last physical reminders (that and this apparently indelible and resistant-to-all-lasers ring-finger-tattoo on my left hand) of my now defunct marriage to the good folks at the bike shop this week.
Painted for us on commission by my best pal “Lyle” Motley about 25 years ago, I just cannot, at this point, get my head around displaying it on the walls of my home ever again. Thus, it has been in a closet since January until this week.
Lyle said, “I get it. I’d probably do the same thing,” when I told him about the painting’s new status some six months ago.
From now on, it’s gonna hang next to a couple of Lyle’s other fantastical and amazing paintings, way up high on the walls of the shop above the service department. I’ll see it every shift, whenever I work. But it won’t trouble me. Because it never did… I do not hate this painting in any way, in fact I still think it's awesome. I only hated the part where it was in a closet where no one would ever see it and be able to admire it ever again.
That concern was resolved this week. And I could not be happier about it.
A wise friend recently said to me, “Wouldn’t it be great if, one of these days, we could become able to look back on all this tragedy and sadness, and also to where (and likewise perhaps to whom) it has led us, and be able to say “It was all fucking worth it”? Wouldn’t that be the best thing ever?”
Yep. It would, that would definitely be the best thing ever.
Further up and further in.
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