The Tea Cup Problem

You have this cup, see. it's on the table in front of you and you are eager to take tea. i brew it just the way you like it, perfect time and temperature. You're excited, i'm beaming. i pour and you smile. maybe you even wiggle a bit in anticipation.
the cup fills and when it gets to the brim, i keep pouring. the hot tea spreads out over the tablecloth. it stains the rug, scalds your lap. the cleanup takes days.
---
We try again. this time you have a larger cup. this time i notice where the brim is and i stop pouring way before i reach it. you ask me for a bit more. i pour and i pay attention to how much space there is left. the tea is delicious and you smack your lips. i smile. and when you're done and we put your cup away for the day, neither of us really notices but: the cup-all by itself-grows just a tiny bit bigger.

---

the woman i'm in love with replies :

There is no way I am going to spend next Sunday reading The New York Times alone. This is non-negotiable

Pour away....I just love you.

i respond:

well, if you insist...feet up, coffee smells, smoked salmon and cream cheese roll-ups. i guess i could handle it. . . .

and then, an explosion

The essence of Nancy's message (One Lynn seemingly has wanted to hear):  I am letting the tea cup expand...I want more of Lynn in my life..."Pour away.." suggesting, Don't stop being with me...I want more and more of you in my world."

Lynn (in Nancy's experience) doesn't join Nancy in the Essence of it...the space he is in when he blogs.  He chooses to join with her in Glib-land.

The problem isn't this isolated incident--although given the movement on nancy's part, it's not a little thing.  It's how characteristic it is, and how it invites me not to be naked with you.

And this morning was so reparative.  The shortest distance between two points is a straight line...but you need to know what that second point feels like.  This morning? 

"Personality" would have gummed up the works.

love! N.