| Accepting |
May 1, 2008 10:02 pm
Mood: hopeful, 778 Views |  | Does anybody want this snow stuff? Heck...we didn't get much...but Pocatello got eight inches...and it closed the highway for a time today. What's up with all this....almost daily snow?
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I remember when two were made from one....and one again from two. Can you see it in the journal of your mind? It is a wondrous moment when two halves are rejoined; a celebration shared on multiple levels....all of Haven rings with joy.
Her heart was just a broken toy that she had yet to rebuild. Long days had she spent recovering from the history each person experiences. So many shattered dreams across the mists of time and yesterday echoes with the memory. She held it carefully together and bound it with a fine blue filament. It bathed the wounds with healing light and slowly, more slowly than ever the wounds were inflicted, they began to heal.
It wasn't in her nature to wait for the healing to be complete. She often found herself suffocated with impatience as she longed for each tomorrow to hurry it's way along her path. 'Tis not advantageous when one takes not the time to experience fully all that one must learn prior to stepping into a new glade, yet she was never one to exercise caution anyway. It was her way to step into the midst of turmoil and hope she could make sense of it before it devoured her. This was her leaning; this was her path.
Oftentimes, a path is exactly as we make it. We choose the trials and tribulations that will weigh us down for a time by the actions we take. It is not an easy admission for any to make, but in honesty, all must admit that life often does not happen to us...but happens in reaction to us.
Perhaps the actual result was not what we anticipated; but hindsight often allows us to see...exactly how we came to this moment in time.
He thought that she should move more slowly; with caution and with greater wisdom. It was a source of dismay to him that she so often failed to still her feet when she knew that quicksand lay before her. He reminded her that it was her very steps that led her to the place she most disliked. There was no doubt that he spoke truth, but not all can walk their paths in the same manner. Some will walk with slow and measured steps; others will race ahead and take the experiences as they come...without preparation.
It was a most difficult situation, this very gentle man who chose to weigh his actions with a reasonable caution and the woman who often stepped into the deepest mires as she battled for what she believed in...often without considering the price that would be demanded of her. Neither was right nor wrong...each was simply different...each had advantages the other lacked....and each had failings as a consequence of their...natures. And each was strangely drawn to the other...in spite of their differences? Or because of them? |
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