Come close, come close, sit alongside me
Let me nestle up close and whisper in your ear
Listen close, listen close, for wonderously
I have delightful things for only YOU to hear…
I keep being reminded by Various Interested Parties, that this is a public blog, and sometimes, perhaps (maybe) I volunteer a little too much information, impart a smidgen too much heart, and a teensy bit too much heart. Sometimes, perhaps (maybe), I might like to be more guarded or recalcitrant about the level of share, to say less, to infer or allude, or leave it out altogether.
Sometimes, perhaps (maybe), I think my Various Interested Parties might be right.
But also most usually, often, I forget about the somebody-nobody-anybody who might pitch up from the Unknowns of this World Between the Wires. I forget they don’t know me, my past, my present, or my dreams, the way you do. I forget they don’t share our history of connectedness and friendship. I forget they’re whoevers from wherever, stopping by to view, enjoy (or look askance at what they find) and leave, without trace.
Most usually, often, I forget it’s not just us, the way I’d like it to be.
That said, and nonetheless, my Very Interested Parties might be reassured (I hope) by the knowledge that my attitude to writing thus far has (apparently) done nothing to harm me, and everything to embetter my world, for through candid words, frank opinions, open acknowledgement of feelings, and yes, sometimes bluntness, I’ve built relationships, founded friendships, and established deep, nourishing connections with some of my very favourite people in the entire world.
I love, LOVE that my patch in the World Between the Wires can work that way.
Sometimes, perhaps (maybe) I should be carefuller or more reticent with you, but most usually, often, we enjoy the onscreen equivalent of a long look into each other’s eyes, the palm-to-palm of mutual greeting, and the silent transmission of deep and vital information.
I’m thankful for that.
I’ve had a week of wonders. Like seriously, bigHUGE wonders.
I’ve stared, slightly glazed, through a window at several-whateverty-thousand feet, watching in silent awe as the sky transformed itself into my third (or forth) sunset of the day, having chased the brighter side of the heavens across the world in a jet which may have proven my pathway to a do-over at life.
I’ve grinned in delight and pick-up-where-you-left-off-happiness at welcomes small and large, from friends, from their young’uns, and the not-quite-deja-vu sense of having been here before, but having belonged, and of belonging now, as though I fit this world and these people as well as I fit with my people back in the UK.
Quiet wellings of satisfaction have overtaken me as I’ve successfully negotiated (with help, sometimes, admittedly) things which are commonplace for locals, but complex for foreigners, yet things I’m pleased to get under my belt as checked off and done. Like finding my way on the metro. Finding my way to the metro. Not getting lost. Taking initiative. Deciding to take advantage of a day out in DC to hang out longer, alone, English in the Big City, appreciating the sights and sounds and places of interest I could do by myself, without hand-holding, just me.
I’ve laughed, oh GOSH have I laughed, until my sides ached and tears near spilled mirth down my cheeks in excitement and happiness and enjoyment of those moments shared.
There have been moments of profound stillness, wrapped in frenzied excitement, the two in seeming juxtaposition yet perfectly blended and inclusive of each other, as the potential for dreams to come true have seemed to (perhaps, maybe) align with reality in ways hitherto unseen and unthunk of, yet which now hang in my mind’s eye, shimmering with possibility and hope.
I basked in warmth, in the bliss and quiet-peace-musicked joy of feeling my body melt under professional hands, accounting for the experience under heading of ‘research’, luxuriating in it under the heading of ‘sensual delight’. Transported to another plane of existence between sleep and awake, between feeling and the non-acknowledgement of existence beyond my own physical sphere, I reveled in the soothing, the roughing, the smoothing, the stretching, the bending, un-kinking and relaxing of a Winter Warmer treatment at the incredible Salamander Spa*.
I’ve connected, re-connected, hugged, held hands, shared looks, laughs and a helluva lot of real, with people I’m so SO happy to have in my world, courtesy of this somewhere-and-nowhere-yet-gap-filled-with-meaning.
I’ve spent my week dancing through dreams fulfilled, hopes realised, purpose discovered, desires established, understandings reached, connections deepened, opportunities taken, chances grabbed and possibilities reached for.
I was sent on this journey of discovering and establishing, with well-wishes and love, and fingers crossed for goodness, light, information, and the first steps towards Becoming.
And if I can whisper in your ear, I can tell you of well-wishes come true, love which has known only increase and proliferation, goodness which has abounded, light which has lit me from within, information which has underpinned new (maybe) pathways, and absolutely most definitely huge strides towards Becoming.
And in those late-night moments of soul-shivering clarity, goosebumped skin, fast-beating heart and the rapturous catch of next-breath, have lain the profoundly stilling, inescapable, truths of Real; of Life; of Love.
And I am HERE.
How’s your week been, lovely one?
Finish the Sentence Friday brought to you by the beautiful, lovely, and most wonderous (in spite of her embargo on *twinkly*) Kristi Campbell #AlwaysAFavourite #ShhDontTell
*Link provided just because I had *such* an amazing time and don’t at all mind showing you their site so you can either be totes envious, or book your own place there, like, TOMORROW**, cos it’s awesome.
**This, in the spirit I adopt when passing a particularly luxurious house/car/whatever – “Oh, gorgeous – I’ll take six…”