It’s Friday evening. It’s been a normal week. Normal things, normal happenings, normal life.
I watch and read the things my friends post on Facebook. I have found one person that I once worked with who has a thirst for the wonders of being. Just being. She looks into the sky and wonders the how and why of it all. I told her with the insightful questions she posts she should blog these things so she can go back later and see how she’s progressed in her quest for the meaning of life.
This put me to thinking this evening when I took my girls outside for their evening walk before bed. I stood off in the dark of the back-end of the carport while they stood in the light. My thoughts drifted to the undisputable truth that my most favorite part of the day is when I can hold Libby close to me in my arms. The feel of her breath against my face, the touch of her arms around me. The warm touch of skin against skin. Her inviting kisses that take me into another realm of being. She’s what has helped heal me from my past and kept me alive. I can hold her and feel like I was plugged into an energy source from which I can draw fresh new life. Touch. A long forgotten art that stirs emotional satisfaction. The spirit of another reverberates from one being to another. There’s never an overload. Just the right amount of exchange to make one another drift off to sleep fulfilled, ready for another day.
As I moved over to the light where my girls were I looked up to see the stars above. A universe so full and vibrant with life that is unknown to those who have no wonderment of anything above ground level. Most are like chickens that peck the ground looking for something to feed them. I’m reminded I’m an eagle who soars high in the skies and yes, looking downward when hungry, but it presents a broader range of objectives to choose from for the menu. But my main thought is propelled to look at all my surroundings from a higher perspective. Not only do I look down, but I also look up. I’m feeling the air for the currents that can take me higher as I soar on open wing. But most of all the night sky shows me what can’t be seen in the light of day and that is the vastness of space that lies beyond the haze of the sky above. Daylight has its rightful place to show us the way without stumbling, but night has its place too. In it we tend to grow even though the path is not clear. We gain the understanding of our place in the vastness of the universe.
I realize this body is merely a suit in which my spirit may guide my soul. My spirit is guided by my God. He is supreme. He created me. His will is what spurs me on. Leaving
this body doesn’t end my existence. It frees it to be more than an earthbound being. I accept that.
Libby, I love. To her I have given my heart. Why? Because she has given me things in life I have never had. A touch, a giving spirit are her most marked attributes. But there are so many more. I can see in her eyes that she truly loves me and cares for me. And she tells me constantly, sometimes asking if she says it too much. My answer is “No, it’s never too much”.