Mibes: I agree. Good to be seen and to see you, too.
Me: You can't know how much I've missed you.
Mibes: Of course I can. I can tell by how much you write. Not all that much, or you'd write more. I'd see more blog entries.
Me: Ouch! That's not fair. That's kind mean. But funny, too.
Mibes: I don't mean to jab you. I know you're still a bit sensitive to criticism.
Me: Me, sensitive? And how do you know this?
Mibes: I can tell by how much you write. When you're cowering you're less likely to write, let alone push the publish button.
Me: Zing! Wow you pull no punches. Cowering. Hmm. Worth a look up. It seems a bit strong, a bit much. But let's see. Define: Cower. To crouch down in fear. Synonyms: cringe, shrink, flinch. You've got a point.
Mibes: You didn't really need to look it up. You knew. You know.
Me: True, but it got my eyes out of your eyes for a moment.
Mibes: You don't want to linger? More evidence that you're wounded. It's OK. You'll heal. And you'll be stronger. You've been through worse.
Me: We all get beat up in life, don't we?
Mibes: How about looking at it this way. Every day has darkness and light. Every year has seasons of warmth and winter. It's not about any given day or season, it's about your reaction to it. Sometimes it's gonna be cold and dark, but you don't have to be. You're not the day. You're not the season.
Me: Yes. It's a wintery time. But, your right, I'm not the weather. And I've got resources. Options. Ability to carry my own weather at least in terms of wearing a jacket or intentionally thinking a sunny thought on a dreary day.
Mibes: Yes. And especially if you're you. Now don't get me wrong. I love you. I'm one of your advocates, but sometimes you give into the negativity. You get knocked down and you're slow to get back on your feet.
Me: True. I'm sometimes kind of lazy in my resilience. Nice to hear those words: I love you. And by the way, I love you, too.
Mibes: You only think you do. It's just my charm. My eyes. My scruff. All those surface details that don't really matter.
Me: Yeah, it's not you, it your whiskers. Sure. That's it. And you're yes. Just whiskers and eyes. You shave and put on a pair of dark glasses and it's all over.
Mibes: And my humility, of course, and my vulnerability.
Me: Wait a minute, I'm the one who's playing the vulnerability card.
Mibes: Anyone can. I think I can play it at least, if not better, than you.
Me: So speaking of you, how have you been? How you doing with the human game?
Mibes: Doin OK. Playing the keys that work. But I'll tell you this, I'm hearing some notes I haven't heard in a while and they sound good.
Me: Really. What's your news? What's the source of your optimism?
Mibes: Gratitude. For example I'm grateful to be with you again.
Me: I'm glad to see you, too. Like I said, I've missed you.
Mibes: Eh, you have and you haven't. Listen I'm going to level with you. I think of you all the time. I wonder how you're doing. What you're thinking. So yes, when I see you I am genuinely glad, grateful to see you, to be with you.
Me: But the long gaps. They take their toll, don't they.
Mibes: Yeah, they kind of do.
Me: So what would you like? What would be the ideal?
Mibes: I'll just settle for the real of right now. And if there's a tomorrow, then that's a bonus.
Me: This moment is, well...
Mibes: go ahead
Me: Auspicious, bold, beautiful, calm, maybe even defining.
Mibes: electrical, free and fitting, grounded, gleeful
Me: honorable, humorous, healthy, human, holy
Mibes: holy smokes!
Me: smokey hokes!
Mibes: baloney holy smokes and smokey hokes and hokey jokes
Me: Exchanged over breakfast by smokey, hokey, jokey, blokes.
Mibes: So you're feeling something now, aren't you?
Me: Yeah, the connection is stronger. And lighter.
Mibes: Yes. But it's not just any old connection. It's a connection with you, here and now. There are seven...
Me: Seven point four
Mibes: 7.4 billion
Me: 7.4 billion people on the planet and here we are, two of the many, but still we count
Mibes: No other you and no other me.
Me: Ah Mibes,
Mibes: You gotta buy today, by the way.
Me: Sure. But why?
Mibes: Forgot my wallet.
Me: What? You never forget your wallet.
Mibes: I did today.
Me: No worries, I got it covered.
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