A Pause at an Impasse
It maybe a crossroads, or an impasse. My book of change suggests taking it slowly and finding out all these new boundaries. Funny how knocking down walls can limit ones capability. Orientation, is my new mantra. Imagine the feeling of having what you were looking for but not expecting to find it ever; or at least a long time after now. I am not suggesting anything like a certain understanding. What I am saying is that we see it together. No matter how different the approach maybe; there it is. What new steps do I take? What words do I place on a page? What pictures do I shape?
I suppose the correct thing to do is gain context, and figure out if this is what I had planned. The answer to the latter is easy; no, and what ever does happen as planned. The context is this:
It's out there. It is right here in front of me. It was in my arms all night. It has been on my lips all day. The saga has taken a turn into the surreal. Now I know that this is what I wanted to do. On the inside I am nervous, afraid, excited, steady, and strong. On the outside I have turned to stone on all other matters. What is this? I expected to feel differently. Maybe a sense of finality or relief. What has occurred is a multiplication of my thoughts, and more thinking to be done after that. This is the rule of relationships: there are only stops on the way to no particular final end. I am not disappointed. I am more cautious now, and slightly timid about which direction this will take. I am still on the previous course; however, the weather might change, and as such so do plans and my allowance for hopes. It's really sudden and unexpected. It's impact is unquestionable and it implications stretch beyond my imagination. I love this woman. And for now that says enough.
H out
I suppose the correct thing to do is gain context, and figure out if this is what I had planned. The answer to the latter is easy; no, and what ever does happen as planned. The context is this:
It's out there. It is right here in front of me. It was in my arms all night. It has been on my lips all day. The saga has taken a turn into the surreal. Now I know that this is what I wanted to do. On the inside I am nervous, afraid, excited, steady, and strong. On the outside I have turned to stone on all other matters. What is this? I expected to feel differently. Maybe a sense of finality or relief. What has occurred is a multiplication of my thoughts, and more thinking to be done after that. This is the rule of relationships: there are only stops on the way to no particular final end. I am not disappointed. I am more cautious now, and slightly timid about which direction this will take. I am still on the previous course; however, the weather might change, and as such so do plans and my allowance for hopes. It's really sudden and unexpected. It's impact is unquestionable and it implications stretch beyond my imagination. I love this woman. And for now that says enough.
H out