there were no rules when i met you. no waiting, we just filled the small amount of time we had together with as much of us as possible.
we filled our days exploring the world, our nights exploring each other. that time of knowing how right it was and marveling at what seemed like our incredible luck.
we were in a daze of loving
recognising ourselves in each other.
or remembering our togetherness
from all those lifetimes together
you were in my dreams before i knew your face your name your scent.
maybe it wasn’t luck at all, instead it was always you, waiting for me, life before us just pulling us back. it was always going to be this way.
he woke me in the middle of the night with kisses and gentleness, i know you’re really tired but you need to see the moon tonight. it might be the most beautiful i’ve ever seen.
he dressed sleepy me in a sweater and comfy pants, took my hand and led me out into the cool summer midnight. i yawned my way across the tree covered lawn and pebbled driveway to the clearing at the path that took us to the beach.
we stood atop the hill in what seemed like daylight, our shadows clear against the ground. the moon was big and bright and shone its light like iridescence across the waves, the only noise that night.
the ocean looked like mercury [the moonlight shimmering] it moving so fluidly across itself.
we stayed, he held me and my sunburn shivers stilled, i felt his heart at my side as it beat into me and woke me to the innate love we share. this is why we breathe. and maybe this is why the moon rose that night.
and only love.
i flung open all the doors and windows and let the wind rush through the house. our little home we’ve filled with us. i hear traffic, i hear the trees, i hear the sprinkler as water droplets land with gentle splatters on our concrete driveway. i feel the warmth. my skin is so slightly sun kissed, my hair salted and wild. i’m happy.
we’ve been swimming in the ocean morning and night, filling our hearts with the sea and the pleasure she brings. running into the waves with my love, playing with him and watching as his eyes turn the colour of the sea. the very act of diving in, opening my eyes to the underwater, being swayed on the tide – it makes me feel more alive, more connected. more creative and beautiful, meant-to-be and joyful and free.
swimming in the sea seems to me forever a way to draw closer to everything i am and want to be.
i’m reading women who run with the wolves. it’s evoking a need to do a whole lot of looking inward. discovering who i am while travelling the curves of this lifetime of feeling and seeing and doing. the learning never stops. the love and soul-work never stops. every breath unravels new answers. it’s self-discovery it’s choosing to know. every minute we can make space for more awareness, joy, heart and soul. life is so precious.
we walked along [hand-in-hand] sinking ever so slightly into the spongey, dampened sand. the moon followed us as we walked with it in sight, watching waves steadily unfurl along the length of the beach. we spoke about life and how we truly want to live.
there’s something energetic about watching the moon over the ocean in the morning time. like maybe it’s quietly talking to the tide, telling it come along now, move with me around our mother earth.
maybe it was quietly talking to us, too. telling us to come along and join her on her everchanging but constant moving adventure.
this year will be filled with just that. our constant moving growing love, across our everchanging life as one.
steady we go, wrapped in love and comfort and warmth. it’s so nice, to be so deeply in love, living morning to night with blissful moments flooded in between.
it’s time for big things and changes and newness all in one. it’s time for more risks and giant leaps and days spent chasing the sun. it’s time to find ourselves in mother earth’s embrace. without a clock or a watch or time to set our pace.
out and far and away we run, across the grass stained lines of our most comfortable life, and into a space with no certainty
i’m here for him he’s here for me and together, with all the stardust magic of our fairytale love, we’ll chase all we are meant for and all that’s meant for us.
it’s in the everydayness. the messy morning bed, the smells and sounds of coffee making, the creaks in the floorboards and doors. the sleepy goodmornings, the kisses goodbye, the waiting and waiting and waiting for days end when we walk back into our together everydayness again.
and then there are these special days, summery and seemingly unending. filled with swims in the ocean and walks in the sand, reading our new favourite books, soaking in the sun. watching the sunset on beautiful days. never leaving your side. and drinking wine and eating until we have the fullest bellies and laughing and loving with the fullest hearts.
i’m so happy you’re mine. on the special and the everyday kinda days.