Life isn’t perfect, nor am I, nor are you, nor is He, nor is She.
We run into rain storms. We gotta show up and try to give attention, to give love (but I repeat myself), to say “oh well” when we fuck up.
If you read Things, my first book, there’s the Buddhist Notion of Love: the kitchen-sink reality of relationship, communication, loneliness. Any relationship isn’t dream, though it can be sweet: it’s real, and romance both—it’s all of that, or it’s nothing.
As long as we’re mutually focused on waking up and trying and opening and working with our hearts and minds, our path wends forward.
If we just give up or don’t care, that’s not relationship, and our path ends.
Anna Palmer comes from a personal background of mental health, and learned at a young ag…