Category: New Beginnings

In the dream, her ex-husband sauntered into a kitchen where she was rumaging for snacks after having just seen that she was at last spending quality, playful exploration time together with her guy.

Her ex said that there was a region steeped in ancient tradition on the other side of the world where he could obtain a type of rare martial arts swords that could be used – and at first she thought that he was planning to move there for his own further training.

But, no…

What he meant was that the depths of his feelings of envious protectionism compelled him to express what he could do with them to go after the guy she was seeing – said in playful jest, but growly, heartfelt meaning.

“You see,” her ex-husband explained for once clearly, “I am finally mad at myself for not being able to be with you, anymore.”

She stopped in her tracks and pulled up straight – alert, wary, and very unprepared to hear such words come out of his mouth and giving him a crinkled brow look of extreme confusion, saying “What the – ?!”

And for the first time in far too long, she could see him – truly at last see him – with his clarity of mind, heart, and soul restored – shining right there, openly in his eyes, again.

As tears shimmered and a bit of shy, open love poured out at last from him for her, he reached out to straigthen her shirt collar in a tenuous display of affection and said, “Now…go get your man.”

And she reached for him with a muffled cry, letting the love for him that she had still felt  over so many years pour out into him.

They hugged for a long moment, and then laughed tearfully together as he shrugged ruefully in acceptance at his life’s past and current predicaments.

Taking his face gently between her hands, she gently kissed his lips, forehead, cheeks, and then back to his his lips to share in their moment of brief reuniting how happy she was that he felt and was whole inside, again.

Then she pulled away with nervous haste – and he laughed gratefully with more than just warmth in his eyes at acknowledgement that they both knew that her reason was to avoid rekindling their flame’s sparks, again.

With heart ache and sincerest appreciation, she realized that she was now set free to fly and soar among Heaven’s higher realms with her guy on the wings of love, again.

Will our inhibitions keep us stuck in a rut?
What right do they have to mess with us?

Is this what it means by leaping in faith?
But what if we’re frozen stiff at the gate?

How do we propel ourselves into momentum?
Does speaking in code assure of same intentions?

I know desire to kiss you coaxes temptation
But is your approval implied by arrival’s attestation?

If reached out my hand, would you offer yours, too?
If counted one to three, would we crash into

Each other, bonk heads, then laugh all jittery?
I’d like to be smooth, yet awkward is temporary