Most of the wise dears with like-hearts live at a
distance over geography that allows only infrequent shared-breath-and-space
visits.
Sometimes temporal distance, too, characterizes the landscape: blank spaces between communications.
I admit that I rolled around on the grass after the
sun had warmed the dandelions. I confess that I stuck my nose deep inside the
bouquet, and lifted my face back up with a dusting of golden pollen on my nose
and cheeks. And I thought of you. Yes, you.
These passions flow out of my expressions, a gush of
emotive sticky goo.
Always, always,
we-who-are-connected can feel each other’s presence in some undeniably
necessary moments. PreciousGemsInMyLandscape: please be assured that the
whisper of support you feel as the hummingbird passes by is nothing less than a
strong, affirming thought sent to you by a loved one.
This terrain of relational experience is vast,
containing many sunrises and moonscapes. The truth, the
hardiness, the heartiness of relationship are deeply rooted.
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