Because I am me, and I have an odd set of values and priorities, I have a particular fondness for occasions when good comes from bad.
Months ago there was a big dust up in my life, and a lot of relationships and ideas of who people were were changed - some for the worst. I lost a lot: time, effort, good will, ties with others... But it was, in the scope of the real world, a small thing, and my hurt feelings and frustration and feelings of betrayal matter very little. Even in the dust up, which I think it is fair to say actively involved at least two dozen people, I cared less about my aggravations than helping others express themselves so some sort of common ground could be found.
In the end, no real common ground was found for the majority of folks involved, and wounds were left to fester. An uneasy truce seems to exist now, but a lot was lost. I think I will eventually detail the story, at least from my perspective, because there is a lot to be learned from it all around.
In the middle of all of that, one person took a chance and reached out. Then I took a chance and reached back. We were both surprised I think, to find the other far more reasonable and reachable than we had thought and were led to believe. So we kept communicating, and started talking about other things besides the dust up. Eventually we had to come to an inevitable, unavoidable conclusion: we had become friends!
Because of some of my interests and past, my new friend thinks I will be a good guest on the pod cast that he and his wife run. I was hesitant - hell, I have a hard time believing that you read this, let alone that people might want to listen to me ramble on! But here you are, and I thank you for your attentions.
So I have a new friend, and will be chatting away on a podcast here soon. When the details are nailed down, you will be able to find them right here, and every where I inhabit! Peace and love to you, Gentle Reader. Peace and love.