So what could bring me back to my blog. After all, I am afraid to screw up my current fresh start by being me and blowing off some steam here on my public journal. Every time I get ready to write here I think of what someone might take out of context and I chicken out. So lots and lots of what I have written in the last months hasn't made it to these pages. I was no longer ready to expose my thorns.
When I was writing in Bluffton, being able to say (somewhere publicly) how I felt was VERY important. I felt I was somehow countering the small mindedness I was encountering by offering my take regularly, Since my move things are pretty good and I've not felt a need to write a public rebuttal nor work out my own feelings with spectators. So what could bring me out of my hiding?
I have dreamt up a new series...
WOMEN I AM IN LOVE WITH!
Perhaps by exploring here the women I am currently in love with I can piece together a list of similarities and maybe things I should be looking for in the future. Huh? It might work.
For our first installment...
WOMEN I AM IN LOVE WITH Part I
I am in love with Tift Merritt.

I had heard of her, but never heard her. I was just blown away.

By the time she brought cutie Sara Watkins onstage to play with her I was no longer crushing on Sara, I had found a new muse.
It may have been the Texas sky, smiling moon and light breeze. It may have been my one hundred percent sobriety or even the fact that this was the first concert in a long time I had attended with a girl, but not one I ever intend to date, which freed up my affections. But I felt a spell was cast and I didn't shake it all through Nickel Creek's humorous and impressive Farewell (For Now) set.

As the crowd thinned, quickly and with strangely high energy for as late and as dark as it was, I found my way to the corner where the merch table was. Now I have famously frozen at the sight of talented women, and maybe I would've this time, but there was Tift selling Nickel Creek t-shirts and CDs, smiling at everyone and helping the poor girl all of merchandising had been assigned to. Just as we approached I could tell she was genuine.
I slid to the end of the table where her CDs were and immediately told her what a gift her music had been to me that evening as she walked over to my friend and I, tailed by an older woman. She was delightful. I can't explain it. She seemed honestly glad that I liked her music. She seemed sincerely interested as I told her why I had my CDs signed to people that don't exist. She was all smiles and talked with me and my friend and the older woman, Marebeth, for ten minutes without looking over her shoulder for a way out.
I wanted her to sing to me right then, to give me her next album at the very least. I wanted her to let me rub her shoulders and draw her a bath as she recapped what she was feeing that night on stage. I wanted to give her a big hug. She offered me her cheek as we departed and I kissed it clumsily, so unused to her brand of authenticity. Becuase I had just found her I wasn't armed with any words to say. Today I would tell her she'd already written me a song, for her, as I am a good hearted man. I'm sure it meant very little to her, but as we walked away with her goodwill written all over her fine art, I was well aware I had fallen in love in a single evening.
It feels good to fall in love, even if it is temporary. Even if what you are really doing is taking someone talented and pleasant and using an instance of inetraction to create a back story and future of bliss with a passionate good woman, who finally found a good man. That has made this week a good one. Possibly it has ressurected Exposing Thorns. For now, it has sealed this declaration...
WOMEN I AM IN LOVE WITH Part I
belongs to the beautful and genuinely kind Tift Merritt

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