Colette's
An October night in a house laced with moonlight with a good friend asleep in one room and my lover and partner asleep in another.
I realize, yet, again,
what lucky man I am in this life.
Marriages lost, earthquakes come and gone, hearts repaired and small fortunes lost and none of it touches me as I walk through these moon-washed rooms. The Beloved loves the child that stands into the wind and dares to dare. The child that says, "Bring it on, Beloved. hold me to the breast of this life with all it has to give. Break my heart and storm my sanity and I will still believe you to be the Beloved, believe you to be compassion and light even as I prepare myself to pass over and die. I prayed for lightening even though I may be destroyed and then I walked, some months later, through a house laced with moonlight. And I see the proof that I am loved and the proof that fear is just the way we delay experience. I see that, even as I die, I will drink this cup to the end and walk into the storm and feel the rain and praise the giver and know that I am a blessed child. gallagher 03Oct2011
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