Alternate realities
Friday, October 11th, 2013 05:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
joyfinderheroIn a different reality, I'm dancing. Doing life side by side with someone who enjoys the same pleasures, is nourished by the same processes. In a different reality, far, far from this one and many years in the future, someone stands at a memorial service talking about how inseparable we were; how we finished each other's sentences, read the same books at the same time and discussed them at length, danced til dawn, starred opposite each other in light opera and community theater. Someone else speaks of a time we aspected Deity together, our words strong and true. Another brings forward a photograph in which we only seem to have eyes for each other.
In a different reality I feel loved and cherished for who I am, close up and personal. I don't feel 'admired from afar' nor 'allowed to have my own amusements as long as I don't demand participation,' the way I have been feeling for so long.
Last week I had the honor of officiating at a memorial service. I hadn't known the decedent in life, but in the space of an hour I was treated to a portrait of just this sort of partnership and the loving family at its heart. The grief is strong, yes; but I can't say it is 'worse' because the relationship that has ended seems 'better.' I suspect that we just grieve different things depending upon the quality of the relationship we are losing when someone dies.
In an alternate reality I am dancing. I am enjoying deliciously satisfying, intimate, heart-to-heart sex well into my 80s with a partner who truly sees me for who I am, and whom I am seeing truly as well.
Blessed Be.
In a different reality I feel loved and cherished for who I am, close up and personal. I don't feel 'admired from afar' nor 'allowed to have my own amusements as long as I don't demand participation,' the way I have been feeling for so long.
Last week I had the honor of officiating at a memorial service. I hadn't known the decedent in life, but in the space of an hour I was treated to a portrait of just this sort of partnership and the loving family at its heart. The grief is strong, yes; but I can't say it is 'worse' because the relationship that has ended seems 'better.' I suspect that we just grieve different things depending upon the quality of the relationship we are losing when someone dies.
In an alternate reality I am dancing. I am enjoying deliciously satisfying, intimate, heart-to-heart sex well into my 80s with a partner who truly sees me for who I am, and whom I am seeing truly as well.
Blessed Be.
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Date: Saturday, October 12th, 2013 12:41 pm (UTC)