Mercy...Finding home after a great deal of moving around. Providence, Bolivia, Edinburgh. Just realized this all sounds too serious, which couldn't be further from my reality. So the next paragraph is an update. To wit:
Let's (and you know who you are) wander around the city, then duck in for some bevvies und snax. Roast some artichokes and have them for a picnic in the Marin headlands. Go up to Tomales Bay and eat some oysters with something bubbly. Go camping in Big Sur and make a cassoulet in a cast iron dutch oven over a fire. Pack up the car and head to a hotspring for a quick overnight. Or stay home and drink wine and listen to music while we caramelize some onions for a pizza. Then maybe bugger off to Spain for a couple weeks. That's better ;-)
While interested in cultivating openness and compassion, I like to feel balanced in maintaining contact with life's sharper edges, its shadows, its irony, its absurdity. I maintain, as part of an admixture, a distinctly East Coast sensibility, I suppose.
Irreverent sense of humor, and favor truth and honesty with compassion over political correctness (which I find insufferable and counterproductive.)
II am looking for a kind, warm, fun, funny, smart, creative, off-beat woman who is nimble and ready to adjust to shifting sands, and to be happy--come what may.
And a wonderful home: Maybe we'll plant carrots to scrape out of the winter ground and dig a little pond to attract frogs in the summer. Their song will frame the evenings. We'll hang garlic in the kitchen and keep the cast iron seasoned. The den will be all rugs and pillows like a nomad's tent. We'll buy the lot in back to let go to meadow for picnics and sunny naps. Things will be painted yellow. The walls will absorb happiness and calm to radiate back out in little parcels when needed. A closet just for shoes. Fresh flowers in the bathroom. Open windows. Laughter. Crusty bread.