"Every man's life is a fairy tale written by God's fingers." Hans Christian Andersen
Saturday, October 07, 2006
Tuesday, October 3, 2006
Yesterday, Jean and I drove to higher elevations in the mountains, and then hiked under a clear sky. The well-worn trail took us over terrain covered with brilliant aspens, interspersed with a smattering of conifers. Further up, whole stands of aspens had already lost their leaves, probable because of a recent early snowfall.
We reached a secluded meadow and rested beside a gurgling brook, a place we have been to many times and never tire of, sitting in silence, absorbing the lovely charm of our surroundings. Eventually, our conversation turned to our relationship and we both affirmed our bond of friendship. The space we are creating between us is healthy, and seems necessary to untangle ourselves, and feel the unique, separate and holy breath of primal being again. Minds unclouded by attachment, we can see each other more clearly and analyze our relationship.
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