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It's Sunday - full and sunny and just after the noon - and there's a soft rain finally falling, though no clouds are in this sky.
I've been praying down rain - that rain of love that soaks me through and through and lets me be connected to Another through both skin and mind, through kiss and hug and hands - that sort of prayer that doesn't ask but only feels the change already there. Those prayers are always answered. Always.
An old acquaintance takes me dancing these past few days, surrounding me with laughing youngsters and a sweet familiar charm, and the brightness of them all, but especially he, wakes up my pining heart. Another high surprise from spirit graces me, and I'm so very blessed to be touched so easily.
Last night's musical trek was superb.
My mother's here to visit for the week, along with my favorite aunt, and they came to the club with my new dancing friend, Walter, after an over-dinner discovery surprised us all as we realized our folks are from the same area of Appalachia, and that we're perhaps just a holler and a few surnames away from being some kind of family.
The music was good. Actually, it was great. We found some groove that was opened wide for all of us, my mother said, by the depth of love we had in that room. On the strength of that love, and the trust that seems to grow with each night of good songs, Hamilton, John and I went to places we've rarely gone before.
We hit tones, we found spaces, we tracked sound's color so keenly that it was sometimes hard work just to stay in the sweet spot and not startle myself off the peak of it all. It was one of those nights where the last song was the best, and that handful of loving ones were left, and the room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop next to one of those crystal notes...
But better, by far, was the presence of my friend in the room while I sang, for I've never had a heart-mate near me when I've sung in the past. None of my fellows has liked my music, and so that One that I sing to has always been in my mind, and held inside, but never with two eyes across the room, and a smile through all the poignant phrases.
Walt and we have known each other in town as business peers for years, but hadn't found shared ground until these last few days, first through dancing, and then when something in that revelation of a family Commons sparked a binding recognition for me from which there's no return.
Like you and I, from here on out, no matter what, we'll always have at least that kinship of acknowledgement between two souls who know and strive to share the incontrovertible fact that We Are One, and who love the work as Two, exploring all the facets that this Being One entails.
And when two who know this truth of One can find the time and space to see each other...
--(...as you and I have not been able to quite yet, but only just to brush past close and maybe not again, or maybe yes, but who's to cipher out or force the plans of Fate, or even need to say?...)--
...and when this Two-of-Us finds courage that can say and think these things, and move and will them into Being when we want them to Become, then I feel that an energy grows and good things are more easily done.
It makes me happy to have good things more easily done.
One kiss. One touch. One love.
I'd joked with you once about kissing everyone you knew while thinking of me. You replied that such a thing would demean the currency. I hope you see my path around the devaluation. It's true that it's a challenge, because you have to fully see and hold the One you're kissing, too (and when you err, there's healing to be done, and when you succeed, it's forever...) - but when you kiss beyond the One you touch, and reach into the larger One where so much more of all of Us resides - well, I think that's where the real spring flows from, and I know it's how I keep so many loves alive.
So, it's nice to be out of quarantine. It may be brief - who's to know? Who needs to? My mother says to live these days and weeks as Forever, For-now is short, and must be done with your All, or not; we know that living as though there were more, some where, and more important, some where else, is what demeans the currency - the currency of Attention, the currency of time that we trade with one another to build a world we all wish to share. And it's good to feel the rain. I hope you're being held. It's good to be held. I touch you through Others. I send you prayers.
PLUR. Remember PLUR
-- Anonymous, February 11, 2002