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“Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice, but for those who love, time is eternity.” - Henry Van Dyke, Poet


 
 
One year in and it seems at once a lifetime and an instant. I suppose this must be what Buddhists reference, when they speak of the eternal  that is inherent in the 'now' ... no past, no future, just the infinite moment you inhabit. I get to share this brief eternal moment with a love I never imagined. How can I use words to detail this feeling. They are wholly inadequate.

One year and everything is still new: every day I discover something more about lovies, something unexpected, something small or large - in either case, something that fits, another corner of them full of wonder and bright.

For all our marvelous differences, we hold so many things in common between us ... it would take a library of notes to cover them all. However, there is one that speaks louder to me of late: a love of trees with twisted limbs. Not the perfectly strong specimens that many marvel at. Not for us the tall, powerful,straight paragons of  perfect form. There is more strength, truly, in limbs that array themselves haphazardly, flowing to suit the environment they occupy. I always recall a Margaret Atwood poem when I see such. The poem is Georgia Beach and the lines that I recall follow:

"Near the water there are skinless
trees, fluid, grayed by weather,
in shapes of agony, or you could say
grace or passion as easily.
In any case twisted."

Which is the point of life ... everything is a perspective. When I ponder how my own has shifted since knowing lovies, I am left staggered. One year and I find them as familiar as they are new - like the smell of rain on warm soil, vivid in mind ... but brand new each time, a familiar first time experience. The apparent contradiction is not there, not if you understand shifting perspectives.

In poetry and art there is a term that explains finding the rarer view in a common experience - 'Breaking an Eye' - it means exactly what is says: you break your view, see things from a new direction. In so doing you discover something profound.

Happy Anniversary lovies ... thank you for breaking my eye.

Love you beyond all this

Mwah ...



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