Who would have thought....?

Dear hearts,

Good news! Piglet has found another just like herself... I know. She is thrilled as well. It seems here was this Boy, just waiting to be found. And there was Piglet, not even really looking and Bam!

You can imagine what ensued...Last I heard, they were still indulging in each other, and to be honest, I don't think they're ever going to stop. How lovely. According to Piglet, Boy is just that. Big and full of Boyishness. An appetite as large and unrelenting as Piglets. An enthusiasm for all things sport to match Piglets. And as playful as a Piglet playing with a Boy. In mud...

There may be a little clashing of teeth and ripping of clothes, but this is the territory of love's true abandon. The beauty of this liaison is the honesty and sheer giving into the power of attraction. The abdication of inhibition, shame and convention.

For two Catholics, there is nothing Catholic about this union. And yet, there is something very religious in the epiphanies that are reached. This all according to Piglet, obvi.

Miss Mich was just talking to her first Love. The Artist. Reconnecting after nearly 30 years, it was as if not a day had passed. Spooky I know. He sounds the same and looks the same. I am thrilled. We were speaking about the need to reconnect with the past at a certain point. Is it to confirm the points of reference that have made us who we are? Is it to feel that bloom of youth once more? Miss Mich and the Artist were 17. MM still intact and the Artist with a little experience and a desire of his own. Tempered by the unfurled flower in Miss Mich's tie-dyed pants, her long blonde hair to her waist and her penchant for poetry and Neil Young, he never quite could wrestle her down to the ground. She hadn't found her Piglet and he was too sweet a Boy.

So unrequited it remains. And I think this may be for the best. The Artist agrees. Why spoil so pure a past, so sweet a memory. Miss Mich must confess, and to the Artist did in fact, that it is this ideal that has sustained her all these 30 years. A very particular corner of MM's heart set aside just for him.

And then The Libertine came along. To Miss Mich he is the realisation of the dream. The personification of the Ideal. Miss Mich has discussed at length, The Libertine with The Artist. And The Artist, with The Libertine. Miss Mich is confident that they will coexist very comfortably. It's true that separate states may assist, but more than that, they are similar souls. That is why there will always be that little corner for the Artist, whilst the lion's share is laid at the feet of that beautiful Libertine.

Who can say who you are going to find, or where Dear hearts? Who can say whether it is right or not? All one can do is trust in the wisdom of one’s heart and belly. And even if it takes 3o years or 30 minutes, you will know and you will have no choice but to capitulate.

Enjoy Surrender.

With love
Miss Mich