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RE: Towards Love

in #meditation6 years ago

Okay, thank you. I needed the repeat and am finally grasping the geometry--we are one shape and not just separate lines--only arm in arm are We a key.... Again, please correct me if I'm off and thank you for your patience.
Thank you too for the warning. I can see how that kind of trickery is more a carnival house of illusions, all those silly mirrors, especially the ones that make us look the way(s) we want to look w/o work, skinny even if we eat boxes of ding-dong's :) Okay, I know, no laughing matter. I am both crying and smiling as I read this note :( :? :/ :L :)
You've made a great difference to me! I do feel a stumbling child at times, but never am I trampling the trillium on purpose, just tripping along like a toddler learning to walk--you know we're all at different stages. Just as deep diving can be scary.
As a young teen, (bare with me), I would dive with the boys off from the high dive. I don't know of any other girls who dove--only jumped. As eldest of ten, I had a regular, cheap suit, probably with breaking down bands due to summer day, after summer day, of chlorination and it was one of those 80's ones with a flouncy, puffed top and tighter bottom. Anyway, I would dive, destroying my already bad ears, burning my nose, despite all of my outward breathing and many times the top would come down, but I'd pull it up and re-position as I surfaced. But, probably as the suit broke down, it started to be ripped right from my body and I had to entirely dress myself again before hitting the screaming, loud other side. My brother went home and told my mom he thought I ought not be diving and she took this to mean he was jealous of my skills, and in a family where there isn't a lot of attention to be divvied, I puffed up and didn't come clean with either about knowing why he'd said I should no longer be diving. Because, you see, someone at some point was swimming under water (with goggles no doubt) and they were filling their eyes, not of my strength, but of my nakedness for their own perverse enjoyment. Some part of me knew that it was happening, but did not at all want to stop the diving which took so much courage and was so exhilarating and life-force building and so I pretended not to see until there were simply too many of them to ignore.

Words so pale in explaining anything (at least I feel always I am fumbling to get my point across).
Between the three of us, I have only printed out two pieces of our correspondence (minus my own freewrites) the first, which I hope neither of you mind because I did so w/o permission, is OV's I offer you my heart (-2) and how deep he dove in reaching out to you! And, yours from just the other day in which you dispel my fruitcake fears and write to me in which you tell me that to feel me living your love is your pleasure. And, let me tell you that I've read them many times over for their elevation in an exploration not easily shared with any outer reality (not that it ought to be, but difficult with such a large, geographic stretch b/n us (in terms of consensus reality).
I don't even know what country you're in and here I Am!
Written in my purse notebook tonight: To truly love someone is to pay special attention to the other and be able to articulate what it is you see without blocks or agenda's. Find the seed of light that grows in the dark spaces. As an artist, I aim to show the seed of light in the darkest of experiences. Perhaps, simple and basic understanding, and I myself experience the words as just that--in no way having the carrying capacity to hold what once were rotely-read words of wisdom which are now evolving into a deeper and truer understanding. The process continues and continues, building the circled rocks and the tide washes them away, your artist who places the icicles into circles of light, sends ribbons down streams--continue to believe in the creative process.
Hopefully, some of this comes across in the way that I hope it does, I am going to refrain from re-reading/correcting anything as first-impression-Go seems the best conduit.
See me at kimberlylane.xyz you will find all of the contact information there.

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Letting you know, I copied my response and forwarded to the other of our third.