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~Being a wife~
Wednesday, 13 June 2012 18:16We went up to Toronto to be with a wonderful, amazing, beautiful person that we fell very very thoroughly in love with.
We collared each other, on the 5th. At the place that our love had started their life anew. We placed their collar, with their tag saying they were our mate, on their neck. They placed ours on our neck, proudly a tag saying we were theirs.
The moment it was on our neck, bells started ringing nearby, as if the universe itself was celebrating with us.
Our wedding day, you could say, lasted several sunrises and sunsets. On the 10th, they took us to Toronto island.
We were going to burn things there, watch as horrible memories of times that hurt us were consumed in flames. We thought it'd be then that our old life would end...But, it was not quite so.
We walked with them, in an amazingly beautiful place. We stepped into a clearing filled with mists and suddenly...we realized, it was then, there, that moment, that suddenly we were ourself, anew.
Much laughter, joy, crying, and a lot of happy giggle fits later, and a long flop onto the grass while being overcome with joy and wonder...
When younger, we were part of the world. we walked upon it, feeling it under our feet. That was in Hawaii...then, Nebraska...we had to put on shoes. And for the next 15 years or so, the same bit of ground under our feet. the same bit of land, walked on over and over again. Then, a few years ago, we switched to using sandals, as they are infinitely better than shoes. But still, though wind blew across our feet, we still stood on the same bit of ground. Never feeling what it was that our feet truly touched.
Now, til it gets either too scorchingly hot or freezingly cold, we will be part of the world again. It will touch us, as we touch it.
My wife gave me something back of immeasurable worth. Something we'd lost and forgotten, something we never knew to treasure when we had it to begin with.
Till the last star turns to ash, my love.
We collared each other, on the 5th. At the place that our love had started their life anew. We placed their collar, with their tag saying they were our mate, on their neck. They placed ours on our neck, proudly a tag saying we were theirs.
The moment it was on our neck, bells started ringing nearby, as if the universe itself was celebrating with us.
Our wedding day, you could say, lasted several sunrises and sunsets. On the 10th, they took us to Toronto island.
We were going to burn things there, watch as horrible memories of times that hurt us were consumed in flames. We thought it'd be then that our old life would end...But, it was not quite so.
We walked with them, in an amazingly beautiful place. We stepped into a clearing filled with mists and suddenly...we realized, it was then, there, that moment, that suddenly we were ourself, anew.
Much laughter, joy, crying, and a lot of happy giggle fits later, and a long flop onto the grass while being overcome with joy and wonder...
When younger, we were part of the world. we walked upon it, feeling it under our feet. That was in Hawaii...then, Nebraska...we had to put on shoes. And for the next 15 years or so, the same bit of ground under our feet. the same bit of land, walked on over and over again. Then, a few years ago, we switched to using sandals, as they are infinitely better than shoes. But still, though wind blew across our feet, we still stood on the same bit of ground. Never feeling what it was that our feet truly touched.
Now, til it gets either too scorchingly hot or freezingly cold, we will be part of the world again. It will touch us, as we touch it.
My wife gave me something back of immeasurable worth. Something we'd lost and forgotten, something we never knew to treasure when we had it to begin with.
Till the last star turns to ash, my love.
