Thought we were meant to read the same book….and so we tried….over and over ….tried to match the pace so we could turn the pages at the same time.
Slowing down….hurrying through…the words made little sense.
Then finally, when it hurt too much to struggle through what we thought should be smooth, one by one we let go of our tight grips on the book…..letting it fall from our hands.
Floundered in the darkness of no expectations. Mistaking the darknesss for the end. Not knowing what to expect anymore.
Not tied down to what we were taught about Love. We let ourselves turn inwards instead of looking to each other to match pace.
Picked up different books.
Now we sit side by side….shoulders touching….delighting in our own books. Turning pages in pace with our own hearts….finally in sync without even trying.
As we read the books we were always meant to read…..light fills us up and spills around us….we barely remember the darkness anymore.
Simi
