Thinking about the birth of my children, the extreme joy conceiving, raising and how in a twinkling the foundation of trust can be severed. Sweet Jesus, does purity even exist?
The church would cantor, “You were unevenly yoked” well heck it sure was easy being scrambled in his loins. Yes it was easy when we upheld each other, it was so easy watching the children grow, vacationing, dreaming, planning our future, yes it was heaven on earth when we cared for one another, appreciated, esteemed, yes honored the other above self.
“for my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.’
“Knowing” is a burden indeed. Light shed on a situation and one understands passions end. Swallowing hard you taste salt while attempting to breathe during this closing time. The terrible pain of loss humbles you, changes you, readjusts your vision.
“till death do we part”
So sad, all those years together and now to be cast away. It almost seems like a dream as you realize you most definitely have been left behind.
“True love is like ghosts, which everyone talks about and few have seen.” Francois de Rochefoucauld
However the only thing really slain has been ego. After a fall one realizes just where they stood in life. Breathing becomes easier as the sound of disappearance is absorbed. You wonder as numbness becomes a condition you become accustomed to. Thankfully the waves of change delights the senses as hope is rekindled.
My friend isn’t pleased with his frame. Surviving has driven him into a dormant state, where knees are weakened with age yet his heart is so alive with ideas and zeal. He thinks like me. His tongue unbridled kinda delights me as I recognize myself. I too understand his quest and with this simplistic goal we embrace daily gifts of love. We have learned from our past, forgiven ourselves and now discovering how to live once again. Of course, this means making time for play
Seeing him catch his wave delights me. So thankful caught this joy when I see something move in the sand to my right, goodness someone is watching me! Oh he is curious indeed and not fearful. Maybe I am sitting on his home? This make me giggle and move, after taking his picture of course. And as I look around see many more playful sights.
Happiness comes in waves, sometimes felt like butterfly’s all fluffy, other times it’s heavy, as darkness peels back, true intentions surface and well love is like that. I kinda like this standing in love, connecting with the unexpected, with no thoughts of return and yet the return is nothing short of a miracle.