Dear Dairy,

It all started with an email alert of an old boyfriend's search for me on classmates.com.  Yes, the same old boyfriend who crashed my wedding thirty years ago.  I was flabbergast and became intrigued -- even flattered.  I replied to his email noting the happenings of my life covertly expressing that I had made the right choice of my lifelong soul mate.  He then replied to my reply stating his current status of being "single," and, he now lives in Georgia enjoying grandfatherhood.  After that, what else is there to say -- thanks for the revisit to a long distant past life?

Shew, how memories of an afore time flooded my emotions.  I proceeded to step back and reached out to old friends (limited) and classmates (lofty).  I went head long into a mad search, followed by emails, for  those of interest -- only to find that many are unwilling to engage or even utter  a mere whisper of "hello".  It's my guess I still bear the permanently fixed labels as a weird misfit and many other perceptions unworthy of acknowledge of my being.  I have resolved that those old perceptions of my being are entrenched in the minds of those relishing in stagnated growth mantras -- IT'S A STALEMATE!  Thank God that I require not self-validation from those unyielding voices.  My steadfast Praises...My Praises...My Praises...

I did, however, take pleasure in searching out to a boy whom I secretly longed for.  My then inner womanly intuition felt he had the same longings, but I was branded with too many labels that he just could not stand against -- for he was the most beautiful thing on campus -- he was the man!  I spent a brief moment wondering, What If?

I take joy in my Higher Power taking hold upon my under self-realization of  its preordained destiny.  Thank you. . . . FOR I AM WHOLLY BEAUTIFUL!

Peace, Love & Together

"If you want to enjoy the rainbow, you have to sit through the rain" by Margaret Hodapp