It’s strange what comes out in these 15-minute writes - I was feeling more that everyone around was ready for change but no one was willing, it just needed one trigger to set that off ……
The years of longing, of unrequited love, of holding within oneself something treasured yet painful, an ache in the longing. It's so sweet in its soft sorrow and willingness to be there, with it, over time. Others might dismiss it, lean away from it, distract from an it that is love's calling.
We have this for something in some way, where the "it" of it disappears in the touch, the contact of Love with us, within us, not requiring an other. It's what real love is, where otherness disappears. When that occurs, the self that others disappears, too. The real Love is present, we are experiencing One another in an open blissful field.
The touch is not from withinness to us, and not just from someOne other than us, but both, and neither -- something greater, grander, more alive in the midst of us.
It happens when we so love we forget ourselves. Much like the young best friend who became the husband in his besotted state. Our protagonist goes through so many feelings all along the way, they don't seem to be entered into, or resolved, but are accepted. It's how lots of us live, isn't it?
We are longing for a touch and accept when it doesn't come in a way that we can recognize and accept, often given over to an object of other who does not give it to us. We don't know that we can follow the deep longing for essential touch in to it's core, feel it all, and be touched from within so finally and deeply our longing ache resolves. It comes from the Presence within that is always here, doesn't come and go though our focus of attention does.
I've followed my own journey into the aching longing, let it have me. stayed in it not knowing what would come of it. Would I just be stuck in it. Hadn't I been stuck in it already, some frustrated unrequited ache? There's a trust and not knowing that involves such exploration. What it reveals is a delightful surprise, though. It's that phrase, what we long for we are. That goes with "we are the One we are waiting for."
I see my son falling in love for the first time and I think it sparks memories of how it was through my youth. These 15-minute writes start with an image and an idea or emotion and I run from there. In the picture there was something very tender about her touch in particular - hardly even there and this spurred the idea of the story.
Touch is such a powerful communicator - whether that be with something animate or inanimate it makes ( or breaks ) the connection and I suppose, ultimately, that is what Love is - a connection.
Thank you for taking time to read my story and for your considered and wonderful comment.
Oh wow, this is really engaging. Thank you
You are welcome - i'm glad you enjoyed the story.
I really did! Thank you again
Great story. Bliss for them. Disarray and feelings of betrayal all around them.
It’s strange what comes out in these 15-minute writes - I was feeling more that everyone around was ready for change but no one was willing, it just needed one trigger to set that off ……
The years of longing, of unrequited love, of holding within oneself something treasured yet painful, an ache in the longing. It's so sweet in its soft sorrow and willingness to be there, with it, over time. Others might dismiss it, lean away from it, distract from an it that is love's calling.
We have this for something in some way, where the "it" of it disappears in the touch, the contact of Love with us, within us, not requiring an other. It's what real love is, where otherness disappears. When that occurs, the self that others disappears, too. The real Love is present, we are experiencing One another in an open blissful field.
The touch is not from withinness to us, and not just from someOne other than us, but both, and neither -- something greater, grander, more alive in the midst of us.
It happens when we so love we forget ourselves. Much like the young best friend who became the husband in his besotted state. Our protagonist goes through so many feelings all along the way, they don't seem to be entered into, or resolved, but are accepted. It's how lots of us live, isn't it?
We are longing for a touch and accept when it doesn't come in a way that we can recognize and accept, often given over to an object of other who does not give it to us. We don't know that we can follow the deep longing for essential touch in to it's core, feel it all, and be touched from within so finally and deeply our longing ache resolves. It comes from the Presence within that is always here, doesn't come and go though our focus of attention does.
I've followed my own journey into the aching longing, let it have me. stayed in it not knowing what would come of it. Would I just be stuck in it. Hadn't I been stuck in it already, some frustrated unrequited ache? There's a trust and not knowing that involves such exploration. What it reveals is a delightful surprise, though. It's that phrase, what we long for we are. That goes with "we are the One we are waiting for."
I see my son falling in love for the first time and I think it sparks memories of how it was through my youth. These 15-minute writes start with an image and an idea or emotion and I run from there. In the picture there was something very tender about her touch in particular - hardly even there and this spurred the idea of the story.
Touch is such a powerful communicator - whether that be with something animate or inanimate it makes ( or breaks ) the connection and I suppose, ultimately, that is what Love is - a connection.
Thank you for taking time to read my story and for your considered and wonderful comment.
Beautiful example of love in timelessness.
Thank you - that's very kind of you.
Excellent!
Thank you!