God of bits and pieces, God of the whole, who allows the length of time to pass unabated; gather up the remnants leftover from forgotten meals; mend the fragments fallen from our hands; unite the untidy workings of our minds; for we are caught up in the little we have here and in the little we have there. Amen.
Tag Archives: Relationship
Seeing each other for the first time:
An incredible encounter of tingling minds, inspiring both to move beyond flirtatious eye-play to a deep place of wanting to know and to be known. Distance and separation between events during this time drive despair of not being physically close away as fear of severing any relationship dissipates. Initiative to share the same experience rests on the intensity of always returning together again from being lost to the other as great events happen during evenings.
Perfect Edge
Knifing my way around the edge of the sqaure pan of brownies, I say, "Everyone wants the middle piece." She says, "I am not a middler," while grabbing two inches of crisp edge. I grab one whole side of edge, "A perfect relationship is found in sharing." She smiles, "We both love the edge." I say, "And eat the middle if there is room." She declares, "There is always room in the middle between us."
Love Poem
Washing dishes I hear the piano - or - is it the sound of vibrating strings, - or - the meeting of felt and wound steel? From the tenderness of notes - it must be - the slight pressing of your fingertips on ivory. - Those same fingertips - - curled - - resting - - on my chest - an hour ago before you awoke.
Petal Me
"Take your time with the one you love while avoiding the sucking rush of the vacuumer of souls. For Death is the only one who waits at the end of that vicious pull." She said, "There you go again. Turning a romcom into a tragedy." I paused and said, "The only good thing to come out of constantly being disappointed is becoming good at assuaging the disappointment in others." She said, patting the cushion, "Come. Sit back down. Here. Next to me." I said, "The world is full of roles and a role is but a gesture in time." She said, "Some say love is like a rose. Leave your thorns in the kitchen. Petal me."
Garden
Cultivate a willingness to increase your imagination of surprise for the possibilities we create in each other. Standing in the middle of a dormant winter garden the location of carefully arranged bulbs planted over seasons and years and ages remains unknown until the work of the sun. We are each other’s god. And, like god, neglected.
Gephyrophobia
1. Fear of crossing bridges; the shivers set off by setting a foot on an object suspended in space; man-made or natural. 2. A bridge moves one moment to the next. 3. Unexpected language draws attention to places where creativity opens up vulnerability. Add another chair to the table of conversation between your self and your desires. Share the ancient triangle of ethos, logos and pathos to avoid annihilation of the other. The true alchemy of humans is playing with perspective when new traditions come from unlearning old traditions. 4. Build bridges with words, mindful of language for different audiences. 5. Those who cannot remember beyond birth are orphaned at birth.
