Posts Written OnJune 2019

I could well imagine that I might have lived in former centuries and there encountered questions I was not yet able to answer; that I had to be born again because I had not fulfilled the task that was given to me. – Carl Gustav Jung   One postscript about Kathleen. We broke up in 2006. It was painful for both of us, and tears flowed– first Kathleen, then me, but in my case, after I hung up the phone. In our final conversation, I apologized to her for putting her through the fails and tribulations of my illness, as well as the psychodramas and traumas that followed, which she was forced endure. “No,” she said. “Don’t say that. I’m a better person for having known you.” I had not been expecting…

Kathleen and I had corresponded almost exclusively by email for several weeks, but since she traveled quite a bit for work, we had to wait a while before actually getting together for our first date. We planned to meet at a restaurant on First Avenue, somewhere between 51st and 53rd Street in Manhattan. Tonight would be the Big Night. I was wearing jeans, an oxford shirt, and a navy blazer, and arrived about 5 minutes before she did, waiting outside the front door of the restaurant. As she appeared from around the corner, I noticed that her long, blond hair fell all the way down below her waist. She wore a casual, dark outfit, and had an athletic look about her. I thought she was beautiful. I approached her with the intention…