I met a man whose North Star had just extinguished. It shone brightly for decades, guiding him as close to self as a star might provide. This man, he slipped easily and overtly into my life. Dancing around parts of me I put down long ago, thought never to pick up again. At first I mistook him for yet another traveller through my heart. A man on his way who needed to shed skin. But not this one. This one carries dimensions. This truth and that. The peaceful and the agonizing. He also carries dreams. Born of books. Woven through years. Overlaid by life but never extinguished. Go, I tell him. Now is the time for journeying. You have sold the roof and boxed the foundation. Wander. Walk. Vision. From the Go I hear that conduits are now truths. Who might you tell, if not yourself first. So is born, peace. A settling. A magical anchor that both hopes and fulfills. A truth that must be delicately held before it is whispered to the world. My lover is going on a pilgrimage. All of his half opened doors spring wide. All of my wounds sigh and meander off to soak in the sun. Poolside.
Thank you for this
Beautiful 🙏
This is incredible writing! I needed to read this tonight, thank you. 😍