Actually, post-the-horrible-and-unfair-death of Sheila Mrochinski, I have tried twice to re-establish my dating life. First with the inimitable Bertina Carey (see previous emails) and then with someone I knew well from my time at Ohio State University.
Ms. Maureen Flora is a poet and a high school teacher in Central Ohio.
I admired and liked her -- enough to even trek 1600 miles up North (to Ohio) to visit her --twice -- neither visit quite worked out as I expected, not that I was expecting fireworks -- but at least perhaps a slight sparkle would have been nice. I sensed fear in her (which she freely admitted)-- but then time and near-daily communication should have assuaged that fear. But it didn't. I offered to have her come and visit me in Savannah which she reneged on quite a number of times -- still fear? or no spark on her side? I could never be sure -- because like me she had her own history to contend with -- an unexpected divorce, etc. And that is life -- for all of us.
I stopped my communication with Maureen, except through this venue -- not because I wasn't sincerely interested. But because life is finite -- energy is finite -- and love is linked to both those concepts. We must honor time -- and life -- and energy ---by never wasting them.
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