Deborah Anapol

https://s3.amazonaws.com/womenspiritualleaders/Deborah+Anapol+Interview.mp3

Her blog:

http://www.lovewithoutlimits.com/

Photo, from her blog/website, is unattributed. If you know, please contact me so I can award them the immeasurable credit due. It's great! (though I took the liberty of cropping it.)

Transitioning

There're many forms of polyamoury and ours involves, for her, moving back and forth. The drastic differences that make it attractive also make transitioning difficult. And it's now time for her to return to her other life. 

Out here she's an intrepid adventurer accompanying me into the wilds to discover nature's beauty. In town we enjoy the symphony, explore museums and attended the orientation and introduction to dungeon etiquette at Desert Dominion.

In her other life she's a petite caperer who frequently cavorts on pickleball courts, swims several times a week and walks and/or bikes some distance every day. She's still inclined to think it a mere trifle to drive across Arizona and halfway across California in one swell foop.

Somehow, in the time between her arrival and next departure she forgets the exhaustion a long drive, at age 73, causes. I'm escorting her partway in order to break it into segments.

At the Buenos Aires National Wildlife trail maintenance event she picked up a tip which gave us a destination a few miles west of Gila Bend. 

Our day began with a bit of a slog as moved from an Airbnb in Tucson back into our vehicles. We DID, however, manage to get out of the Airbnb with ten minutes to spare. 

Though we attained liftoff in good spirits, our spliffoes began to droop as I insisted on stopping at several thrift stores along our exit route. Things wear out and though browsing for replacements can be tedious, the savings are, for me, worth it. This time I got two MUCH-NEEDED gym bags for $3.00 & $2.00 respectively. Unfortunately, it wasn't until 4pm at THE LAST STORE, that we found 'em.

Then came the three-hour drive. The last ten miles were over progressively deteriorating roads until, at 7:00pm, we came to a segment that was, in the dark, intimidating enough to get us to make camp. Though a mere 2.1 miles from our destination, neither of us are so goal-oriented to risk getting stuck in sand and were, at that point, too tired to spend another hour or more navigating unknowns simply to "arrive." Tomorrow, hopefully, is another day. And if not, MASA, the body-retrieval service I've pre-paid for, will come get me.

It was a pleasantly cool evening; we got out the chairs and  enjoyed the stars. Then, after tea, around 9:00 pm., we called it "a day."

Forgotten in the excitement of the evening,

she placed it to be retrieved at my liesure

Last night was my first sleeping flat.

The hip complained and will need cushioning

in the coming days, but the massages

have definitely helped.

Pre-Departure Gobloots

The plan, such as planning goes for those of us who're "advancing in years," was to leave tomorrow. But an attack of the Gobloots have me encouraging her to consider a day of rest...to let things clear.

Here's her description of the moment...

The winds are blustery 

and the clouds dramatic. 

The sun on meadows

across the way

has been shining emerald. 

The fresh air is a balm.

In polyamory the transition is often fraught with blustery. Our lives are complex and leaving for an unknown amount of time brings up all kinds of emotions.

It can take years to believe that your partner, knowing  they miss you, will still be okay.

The anticipation of being together again, even with frequent interim communication, induces an almost unbearable level of excitement. Absence DOES make the heart grow fonder.

The adage that the honeymoon only lasts two years has no validity. At our age the complexities are, after six and a half years, just becoming known; lying side-by-side is almost overwhelming.

H A P P Y --------- V A L E N T I N E ' S --------------------- D A Y

 Ah, the joys of polyamory are never more pronounced than on this day !!!

But herewith a sentiment Michelle gleaned from that horrible medium....FB (the website)

Hope you have enough...cats, that is.

A Polyamourist Poem

 Oct 11, 2016, at 10:03 PM

 Princess,

 As thou lyest in your beloved's arms,

 with the joyous ache of desire

 and the slippery wetness of anticipation

 lending renewed energy to your embrace,

 Know that I too look forward to your

 presence

 be it naught more than the closeness to share

 your thoughts.

 To reassure I have no expectations,

 Sweet Dreams