Grateful

Ok--- I'm aware this isn't the best photo *ever* But this is exactly how we are together: at a coffee shop, sharing food and laughing. 

I'm currently sitting on my bed with Akasha laying on a pile of clothes next to me, whilst my bed is littered with doo-dads and clothes that I am too lazy to put away. However, amongst all of this mess, my mind is completely clear on one thing. I am lucky. I am fortunate. And above all, I am grateful.

Yesterday Ali flew up to drive me back home today. He basically traveled for 24 hours. Beyond that, when I lived up North, he basically came to see me every two weeks. I know this sounds like a crazy, over-obsessed relationship, but, (there is a but, BUT there is truth to the previous statement...I GUESS) there was purpose and reasoning for every visit and each time kept me more sane than the next. His visits were my bump of motivation to continue progressing in the life I was trying to endeavor.

Beyond that, the whole reason I decided to come and write this semi-mushy post is because, often times I read lovey-dovey shenanigans, but there is a huge omission pertaining to the person's character. A lot of it is what I said above, he sacrifices his time for ME, he does this for ME, he gives ME his time. However, the whole reason I fell into this abyss of unconditional love for this person comes down to the fact that, I admire him, I respect him. I am so proud to be associated with him. Of course he does these romantic endeavors that are the fixation of a lot girls' unrealistic depiction of what love should be. But, most of the time, we're kind of just hanging out and he is just building himself up, he is constantly trying to be "better" when he is already pretty damn great. The work ethic towards becoming better, kinder, more understanding, more compassionate is what makes him do what he does. I get to spend everyday with that type of mentality. I spend everyday with sunlight.

I don't often come across people that I view as the reason the song, "Heart of Gold" was written. But the moment I started really seeing Ali for who he is, I felt that way. There is a strength in his curiosity, ambition, and kindness. My sister-in-law said the only way she could describe him would be, "gentle" Which I suppose is something a man wouldn't want to hear in our society. But, it's true. He is a gentle man, a gentleman. Despite whatever our culture(s) has pushed into our minds about what men should or shouldn't be, the bottom line is that we are all human and the fact that one can flourish merely into their human-ness is a sight to behold. So before I go to bed, I am grateful. I am grateful because we don't deserve anything in this life, but I surely am surprised that I was partnered with such a human as Ali, a person that wants to thrive, to evolve. And as I sit and think about this phenomenon I realize it comes through this force that I can't see or obtain, and this is why I value the moon, the sun--because holy hell cosmos, you are stirring up magic.