I'm entering the part of my true-love relationship where we get to take each other for granted. Thank God, quite frankly. It helps to think that December 1 will only be one year of living together, which explains how much ground we have covered in a short time. Our stunned ness we had early months of having found each other is less intense ... I still have occasional lifelike nightmares of "being left alone", which isn't really something I fear because I can take pain, but God, in the dreams, I fear it, and I feel it. Waking up into my life, is my reminder now that I am deeper into this amazing relationship and to be awake, and that learning how to NOT take pain, and that my heart did something right, my heart beckoned me to this. He and I choose words, todo lists and moments intentionally and carefully. I still wish there were a way to capture G's impromptu singing, scenes, personas, mini-scripts, character impersonations. If anything, he is now and will always be my Muse, the one the universe sent me that I didn't write down on my intentions lists. He's magic.
The other day I came home and noticed this heart with a green ball on it, on the wooden counter where my gorgeous blue-Bunzlau-Polish-bowl-purchased-in-Manhattan-lives. Right next to a precious life giving water color painting (K!) ... The heart was tossed there like other random pieces of clutter, and so I asked .... And as it turns out it was a little gift for me, to cook eggs. Love.
Life is sometimes that easy. Life and flow and love and creating bigger things, just starting this small. Bliss I tell you. Art and design and function all in the shape of a kitchen gadget that is the shape of a heart. Grateful ...
Other gratitudes include:
9-1/2, almost 10 tiger orchid blossoms opening now, after I almost killed the plant entirely,
G's impromptu guitar playing while I knit on the living room floor,
Knitting again! After years of thinking I'm over it ...
Strawberries with sugar as a familiar family dessert memory,
A G-made brown-box to make my night clock functional and visible. Coming home to this happy-gift could really be an entire post (You did what? I made a box. You made a box. Yay?) ... How many times does he need to teach me what "delight" and "delightful" is?
My attempt at delightful, I dared to hang my white embroidered stuffed hearts from IKEA on almost every door handle in our house. Remember, this is heavy metal and black loving G. Falling in love with white-embroidered-stuffed-hearts-from-IKEA. Christmas (which he dislikes) decorations meant for Christmas which have now found their possibly permanent home on our home doorhandles. And he's good with it. One of his lines is, "Now I know you are a girl."
Mint ice-chocolate ice cream making sessions continue. We believe that we are the only people who actually make ice cream in the bathroom ... :) (Put the noise in the bathroom, close the door.)
And the latest, my and our absolute favorite, is reading to each other in bed, before sleep.
Now, off to read more of this book - a life changer - Celebrate Your Self by Dorothy Corkille Briggs, from 1976. Says my spiritual guide, "Wisdom is old". It's not like we are stumbling upon this stuff for the first time now ... We are just LUCKY enough to stumble upon this stuff now.
But before reading on, finishing rest of Elizabeth Gilbert's absolutely mind blowing book, Big Magic. This book surprises me. It will have to be another post, I don't know what I was expecting, but I am blissed out delighted by her way of telling her stories ... And that G loves it too.
Creating life, is a series of small precious details. I'm so grateful for these.