Once a week Arnie and I convene at Bubby Rose’s Bakery & Café to enjoy the intimacy of friendship. We pay attention to whatever is weighing on the other’s heart-mind by deep listening and compassionate problem-solving. Our time together is marked by kindness and honesty. Once pressing business has been attended to, our conversations roam freely from topic to topic: politics, writing, loving, ageing, relationships, Zen, movies, women, money, art, and the subtle delights for which a café is the ideal venue.
For much of my life I’ve preferred the company of women; hanging with men has made me feel ill at ease. Now in “the afternoon of life” (C.G. Jung), such categorical boundaries are becoming increasingly blurred. As we leave the bakery, we catch a Saying on the chalkboard: It is futile to resist.