This is a free love. An easy and always enough love. A love that does not diminish with time or distance. This is a love that does not change as our body shape, hair color, bank account, marital status does. This is just a love that stays and surprises; amazes and inspires; is not possessive but flows in my blood. Then something tickles it back to my consiousness and I am in bliss again, in a cloud again, riding his musical thoughts again and my heart is pounding, skipping, playing tic tac toe through an open door where we always fit together again.
What is this joy? I hear you, no sound, no voice, no promises to keep, but I hear you resonate in the chambers of my head and the chambers of my heart. It is peaceful and calm and crazy. It is platonic and passionate and eternal and sacred. It is profane and profound and trully without boundaries or rules to mess it up. It is the kiss of the first warm rain of summer that reminds your body of all the past rains. It soaks in through your pours until you carry it within, light as a spider's web and just as strong and sticky.
How could I not know you? You make my heart yellow and mouth golden with smile memories and the pain of loss so long, so long, so long it only twinges - a faint pleasant echo - light in my past darkness. Light in a dimly lit beer bar with a band in the back playing too loud to make up for the distance and the disappointment. Light in my center connects me to the center of all.
This is just love; the way it was meant to be, simple and unattached, free to float and free to sink.
Wish I could have seen them working on these. All the hay bales were created by a human or humans. Not something we see much these days. Where is the human touch in your life? Sometimes I get mine from my dog. Sometimes from my friends and family. It is an invisible omnipotent force. It influences every thought, action, belief since I was an infant. Sometimes I am still that child, needy and afraid. Sometimes I am the goddess that channels all the love and hope and kindness in the universe, to the world. That is exhausting. Sometimes I just need to rest. Sometimes I just need to be held by the words of a friend who is also channeling the love, hope and kindness of the Universe.
Went to visit my soul sister in Chicago and on the flight there I was unable to take much in the way of photos because my batteries died when we were taking off. I was flying in an 8 passenger Cessna to Albany where I would get on a jet to Chicago. Thank goodness for my motion sickness patch. I was able to Ooooh and Aaaaah the whole trip. This is a view of the Adirondacks looking North. I liked the stark stripes of the shadows made by the mountains and the bright reflective spots made by the water. And in the background (best viewed in a large format) are the multi blue hued peaks. I was disoriented on my first flight when I saw them, I thought the clouds were islands and the blue mountains in the distance was the Atlantic Ocean... The flight back was mostly clear - you can see the atmosphere was not crystal clear but beautiful and sunny. You can see the trees were just begining to turn even though it was not yet October! If I think other pictures are good, I will post more.