" There was once a girl who secured for herself a relationship of considerable consequence. This was a feat not entirely amazing in itself, but for one who had known nothing more than a souffle of promises, a cosmic joke in want of a punch line, the achievement was, to say the least, remarkable
In the shadow of such dismal encounters thus far, the authenticity of this love was illuminated like a rare constellation. It was a magical union, built on a gorgeous intimacy, a shared love of extreme sports, and comedy as a way of life.
Her friends somewhat dubious, waited offstage ready for action. They recalled only too well how she looked the last time she felt this in love. Rather than lament her wasted life nurturing fools, she abandoned her history with a simple word- snip!- and embarked on this new love expedition with only eternal optimism as her compass.
Hoping to navigate this relationship with greater foresight, she looked around for a positive sign that she was indeed heading in the right direction. Encouraged by the recurrence of the number 2 in her life ( an omen that their relationship was indeed auspicious) , she consolidated their love with four walls, zen furnishings, and substitute offspring ( a gosling) . This arrangement enveloped her love like an exquisite bubble, and aided her conviction that this was clearly the peak of her love career to date. As a result she felt a new freedom of acceptance to finally come out as an elk in his presence.
Having found their bearings, the ease of each other's company was a relief. Her friends observed her joy and warmed to the notion that he was not just another jester. But it wasnt long before cracks in the structure were apparent to her. What seemed like calm waters quickly became the bermuda triangle, as the blessed pair sailed into the insiduous zone of complacency. Acts of devotion were forfeited, when suddenly like the sobering effects of light on a nightclub dance floor, their more hidden selves took centre stage for an indefinite period. Curiosity about each other's world hit a terrific speed bump as they watched the magnificent wave of passion that once existed between them dwindle to a ripple, and eventually a drought. Exquisite speech patterns that had once made up their dialogue were now broken, replaced with a canyon of silence.
Anxious for a reprieve she consulted heavenly charts to pinpoint upcoming joy but the gold moments of bliss became so infrequent that when they did arise, she considered cloning herself to maintain the experience. Soon they both looked outside for solutions, and reassurance that the passion that defined them would not expire in a kitchen filled with white goods. The strong aromatic scent of well-known terrain wafted by her, as she pondered whether again she had toiled for naught in the realm of the heart.
Rejecting the notion that she had sailed on yet another emotional shipwreck, she searched her surrounds for an omen synonymous with luck, or the foot of a rabbit. In the absence of such encouraging aid, she waved him a temporary au revoir and set off into the unknown in search of a solution.
Tying a cord to her wrist, she anchored herself to the part inside that houses infinite love, where she beseeched her favorite selves for expert navigation. In this cocoon it occured to her that her choices were simple. She could let this love be blown about my the whim of circumstance exposed to the elements that would one day foster its decay, or she could take action to liberate them both from this emotional quagmire. Her internal map suggested that she steer this once promising relationship to its zenith, and seek the highest possible version of their union everyday.
Love as alchemy, love as art.
With renewed hope, she adorned fresh feet for a new direction, and having a quick word with sir Edmund HIllary, she made her way back to where her greatest love had retreated. In response to her emotional absence, his countenance was somewaht humorless.
Undettered, she just put on her favorite dress for confidence and played a little tune until he warmed. A mild amnesty was achieved by this act of peaceful protest, so she sent him a morse code message to see if he was contactable for conversation. Much to her delight, she spied some hope through the dark, when he threw back a reply. Tuning into each other again, she plugged them into unknown frequencies of worlds yet to be discovered and created a structure of interdependance built on gorgeous new floorboards of trust. A love concert was arranged, accessible only via canoe and before long it was clear she had invented something different and very exciting between them.
The shift in their relationship matrix was reflected by astonishing synchronicity. A cathedral of owls flew overhead, an old man moonwalked, and nearby a choral ensemble gathered to welcome world-weary pilgrims in search of a miracle. Although these little signs reassured her as little tokens of hope, she realized the only guarantee of having the love she wanted, was to create the map for it herself. " - emma magenta-
:) awww. what a sweet sweet story. when i have kids one day, ill tell this to them as a bedtime story.
