This Saturday will be an anniversary.
Although it is Aries season, the past few months have been that of Taurus. The bull and its silent swagger of loyalty and stubbornness. Protection and patience. Sexuality and intelligence. Gentleness that only a trained eye can recognize beyond its scraping foot.
I feel so lucky.
Loved.
Respected.
Relaxed.
The worlds and dimensions we build are ours.
I would have it no other way.
(pause)
The other day we played a game. I took out a journal from back when we were first crossing paths- about eight years ago or so. I slid my hand in the book at random and opened it. Upon its page was a mention of her. Strangely and fittingly, the one and only mention of her in all of the pages.
Such things are of magic. A built magic. A slow, steady, connected magic.
It is not the kind that happens at random. It is not the kind that involves slight of hand.
It is the kind that occurs when our hands are both open and empty- our eyes upon each others.
(pause)
Good things may come to those who wait, but it is those who expect more from the people who love them that will always be lifted to another, necessary, level. The way this love spreads to everyone (friends, neighbors, enemies, strangers) becomes palpable, and it is within this web we are connected and strengthened.
be well, and be loved well,
k.
(image: Guillermo Fornes, Origen. via yvonneconstance tumblr)
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