Have you ever gone out with someone from across the state? Or what about in a different country altogether? My love and I are spending 6 weeks apart. That’s 42 sleeps. Which includes one of us travelling 17,000 kms away, to France and the UK. It doesn’t seem like much really, in the overall timetable of a Life…
Except it also feels like FOREVER.
Perhaps you live with someone already? Then imagine not seeing, smelling, touching, hearing nor tasting them for 6 weeks. Not good huh? Similar to missing your children too I guess; I always miss my tall, smelly, hairy, smartypants son like crazy, even though I know I have to ‘be cool’, letting him spread his wings and fly.
But I don’t want to be like that with a special new lover. I want to dive in then wallow, spending days in heavy-lidded bliss.
Spending hours talking, revealing, learning, wondering, sharing.
To proclaim difference, and delight in the similar.
To explore cafes, cuisines, cuddles and values.
To get shamelessly high on endorphins, oxytocin, and pheromones mmmmmmmm yes please.
Long distance romance has its charms and challenges; we all know that. That’s why I swore off it… until H came along, and broke my cardinal rule HERE.
But you know what I’m learning? To just be Still. To quietly hold the thread of love between our hearts, while I go about my daily business. To send supportive thoughts and texts while we’re so far apart, and H finishes a stressful one-month training course. To notice the seesaw of emotions when I don’t get juicy emails in reply to ones I send, or worse of all, no special comics and drawings.
[*Disclaimer: OK, so I got an AWESOME handmade drawn & collaged book for my birthday HERE, this is true. But, y’know, it’s not the same as a daily/weekly drawing…]
I’m practicing holding a steady heart. And I love it. I’ve always been so easily swayed to distraction or frustration; this is like a much-needed lesson in calm, gentle, open-soul loving.
Just like H.
5 more sleeps…