Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in
- Leonard Cohen "Anthem":

Just like a good novel, a good profile needs a catchy start to hook you in. Let’s see…
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times…
It was the tangled twisted spaghetti of times…
(hmm… dost thou think it needs some work?)

I detect a theme here... not perfect – a work in progress – that’s me. I am a good man. Honest both with myself and others. Sometimes silly, sometimes melancholy, prone to odd observations of the world, most often laughing with the absurdity of life. Passionate in the extreme. A beautiful sunset can drive me to my knees in awe. Fascinated by everything life has to offer.

“Passion” – now there’s a good word. Not just physical passion – but passion about life, what I do, who I am with.

Of course physical intimacy type passion is important too… As is pleasurable cuddling… As is just knowing one’s partner is across the room. Ah heck – it’s all good

I had a wonderful marriage for more than 20 years until my wife died of cancer. I know life can be even more wonderful with someone to share it with. I’m hoping to find that somewhere again. The journey to get there can be amazing too. The excitement of exploring a new person, being drawn in new directions.

Once again I will admit to not being perfect. I was pretty messed up for over a year after my wife died. I still have my moments. I probably always will. That’s how life is. Memory helps spice the current moment. Painful memories, pleasurable memories. They are all part of the flavour of who we are now.

What we experience changes us irrevocably for good or bad. Yet it is not so much the actual experiences, whether pain, joy or a mixture of both which marks us. It is what we bring to our experiences:
Respect and Care for all we meet,
Honour the moment,
Joyful interaction with the Earth and the Web of Existence,
The Love we build as we move through life.

I have a wonderful family. I gained two instant adolescent sons when I married. Ah – now there was an interesting ride. We’ve all come to love each other well enough to mutual adopt. Even by the legal definition they are no longer step-anything. I now have a granddaughter and two grandsons to add even more love. (Though I will admit to a special fondness for GD Jade (Jade-‘o-my-heart) .

If you recognize my photos, I am the user previously know as “Panentheist”. The name Panentheist seemed to cause a lot of confusion and misunderstanding. Many people thought it meant the same as pantheist. Missing the “en” in the word changes a lot.

Not that the new name “Tchakata” is any less obtuse. It is actually the name of the newest member of my family – “Tchakata Poum Poum” the cat. When I asked her what her name was, she drummed out the rhythm Tchakata Poum Poum with her paws. Of course with only paw taps to go on she may have meant the more common “TchaTaka” as in Poum TchaTaka, Poum TchaTaka. But when I asked her if she was “Tchataka: A wise bird who drinks only raindrops.”, she clearly replied “No! I prefer to drink the blood of little mousies!”. So the rhythm Tchakata Poum Poum became her name and now by appropriation my new username.

Beware! The above ruminations probably give some insight in to the labyrinth that is my mind. This is fair warning as to what you may be getting yourself into .

If you think we might be able to explore each other’s imperfections together and laugh along the way, please drop me a line. We’ll never know if we don’t give it a try.

I am extremely flexible for a first date. It is not the details of what one is doing but how one pays attention to the moment and the person one is with. I am a very good cook so if you feel safe trapped in a kitchen with me, I'd love to cook you dinner.