46 Weeks
feminine spirituality
one day shy of four weeks
Intimacy: An Ongoing Observation
Part I
This is what I am learning:
There is this soul I am coming to know. Who has been wrapped so gently well in a beautiful human package. His eyes, oh his eyes, I look in them and see a reflection of myself— my heart stutters.
He is the truest, purist, most sincere manifestation of our love. He is the best thing I’ve done, he is the best thing we’ve done.
How stunning it must be for him here in this world of salt and earth. Trying to figure things out, make sense of all this noise and light in the new context of air, not the holy fluid he graced for those months of beginnings and building.
And built he was, the body of a king. He eats like one, thick, rich milk that literally flows from my being. My breast ache constantly and hang heavy and full upon chest, medals of honor. The other day I realized how odd it is to have an intricately involved part of your being constantly leaking. The babe and I smell the same. It is the perfume of devotion, each to the other. We are a bouquet of sweet and sour milks, sticky, a hint of cocoa, earthy, with floral notes of lavender. Our anointing oil.
My abdomen is an intimate map of this journey. A web that has been stretched with lines of our love poem.
I remember back to the first days of knowing him, his image was the idol of my heart. I closed my eyes and I saw his eyes. So familiar. I told him, “We are finally together.” We’d been waiting for this our whole lives. He is my guru, I worship his wisdom.
We are learning to communicate with each other. Each message I get right elates me. I ask him for help constantly, to understand, its like praying. He is my altar.
Reader Comments (3)
bless darling woman... you are sacred and holy mama....
xoxoxoxo
Hello there,
Stumbled upon your beautiful little blog...:)
Sweet sweet words you share....
so beautiful. your words, like usual, bring tears to my eyes. you articulate so well what I also feel. thank you for your language of connection and love.