A Love Between Two Aliens

Last night Zsolt and I were laying in bed and talking. This is what we do, and I reckon it’s what many couples do. I was asking him if he thought we’ve always known one another and could sense each other out across the world before we even met.

He figured that was unlikely. Though he did think it was a miracle we met at all, and quite a remarkable thing if you consider the infinite number of aspects that had to line up for us to meet in that hostel in Nice, and at that time in our lives. The odds are basically even higher than winning the lottery.

I said true enough. It was a miracle that we met, and that we’re together. And I also said that I reckon we did know each other in some sense, even if it wasn’t a past life. Right from the start our energies synced up and I knew he was for me.

He said that maybe we were synced somehow.

You and MeAnd then I came up with the idea that maybe we’re just aliens passing through, and we’re travelling together across the universe – since we enjoy travelling so much – and living a variety of lives and existences as we get to know a place.

He said if that was the case, then we better enjoy our time on earth since we’ll not be stopping here again.

I agreed. I love earth, but if the universe is on offer, how can a alien/person/soul not want to go out there and explore it?

I asked him where he wants to visit next.

He said he didn’t know, but it will be good.

It will be good, I agreed.

Then we talked about Earth, because we’re here now and enjoying ourselves. The people are nice and the scenery is beautiful. Except, of course, not everyone is nice and not everything is beautiful. Certainly not everything is easy. But we like it anyhow. It’s a miracle that it exists, just like it’s a miracle that we are together. And I kinda enjoyed thinking of myself as an alien who is living in a body and passing through.

So, even if he might not believe in past lives, and I might not believe in coincidences, we both certainly believe in miracles. And aliens.

Every day with my husband is a miracle. I couldn’t get more lucky than having him as a companion for travelling the universe, and for talking in bed late at night. So, that is that and I’m very glad for it.

To Zsolt on Valentine’s Day: I love you. : ) Obviously!

YouTube with my Mom: we’re making whipped body butter

When I showed this to my husband he said, “I don’t know where to place this.”  I assume he means he doesn’t know what to make of it. Fair enough, Mr. Scientist Husband. But I’ll tell you what I make of it: This video is awesome! And it is awesome for two reasons: 1) The body butter is a beautiful thing. And 2) It’s a little time capsule of my Mom and I having fun together.

So here is our first attempt at a video. It’s a little all over, a little quiet, a little rambling .  . . but it was fun. So watch and enjoy! Around 2:11 Zsolt, while watching, groaned from total embarrassment. He said, “I was thinking I had the most beautiful wife, and then you go and do that!

(And speaking of all-natural body butter, I have a far more serious and racy post in the mix for Bumpyboobs. This week, I actually interviewed AnneMarie of Chemo Brain Fog on her project regarding sexuality post/during cancer. Okay, it was just an email interview – I sent about four questions, but it’s going to be a good post for opening conversation, so stay tuned for later this week. We are talking about S-E-X, etc. 🙂 

P.S. In the spare wisps of my days, I’m trying to work on this newsletter. About a  month ago, I had this great idea of making a choose-your-own-adventure style short-story using Aliza from my novel, and some ridiculous character she encounters. My idea is to write the story, then create it as a trail you click through online, page to page as you make your choices in the narrative . (And maybe with an Easter Egg here or there.) So this little idea is actually a lot of work. But it’s coming, so if you want to see it, sign up here and get on the mailing list. Considering the time it’s taking me to write the first newsletter, you won’t become a nuisance to your inbox. 🙂

The most charming thing you’ll watch today

(i.e. a random and wandering post)

Hello 🙂

Life back in Canada has been one hop to the next. I’ll be perfectly honest, coming home was not easy. It was H-A-R-D. Coming home doesn’t just mean seeing family, getting on with the book promotion and cups of tea with friends. It means hospital appointments, Zoladex shots, test results, CT scans, etc.

So while I got on the plane, it was not without great trepidation. To be honest, I’d sometimes prefer to run away from this mess. It’s such a challenge to face my health again. But unless I really do decide to run away, this is the time for one foot before the other. No joke, I cry and cry to let it all go. (Just before leaving we had lunch at Zsolt’s parent’s house. I couldn’t take it, my mind was flashing with hospitals and dread, so I went upstairs to cry myself satisfied in the bathroom. Little did I know they were crying downstairs as well about us leaving Hungary. So, everyone was crying. But I think that’s a good thing, because these are our emotions and they deserve to be honoured. Saying goodbye at the airport was easier because of this experience. )

Anyhow, I cry and then I stop crying. Instead I tidy the apartment, get rolling with my book and other writing (seriously, writing and creative projects are my JOY), and will eventually unpack the suitcase. Just now I wrote my newsletter, which was interesting. It was like a blog post, almost – except with more links. Hmm, I still need to finish a short story for that. . .

Oh my goodness, another good thing: I’ve made a schedule for myself. With the freelancing work, the book, a new part-time job,  cooking, cleaning, grocery shopping, plus vitmain C treatments and hospital appointments … there is a lot to juggle. Strict scheduling is my tool for sanity. I’m sure this juggling act is much easier than many other people’s busy lives.

But I disgress from the purpose of this post!

A friend was kind enough to send me some beautiful music. I mean, this is beautiful. It’s candy for the ears, as she put it. And it is – except there’s no actual sugar and I’m certain it’ll fill your body up with happy hormones.

Listen, smile, and listen again.

Talk to you later,

Catherine