posted on Oct, 4 2005 @ 03:10 PM
After a 30 year "writer’s block" (that I never tried to break), I felt compelled to write this …. Opinions pls.
As she slipped quietly from bed, she glanced at the clock, 3 A.M., the perfect time for another “lesson”. Closing the door gently she moved
determinedly toward her secret rendezvous. She didn’t have far to go. Anticipating all that was coming she smiled feeling just a little guilty but
not enough to turn back. This had been going on for several months, not always in the early hours of the morning sometimes even in the middle of the
day with gentle breezes and sunshine coming though the open window, and she treasured every moment with this new friend. Each time was different.
She was getting better at knowing just what to do, where to touch, what moves to make to get the results she so wanted. His face was ever changing
but what she liked the most were the words … sometimes abrupt and choppy, sometimes flowing with the perfect cadence of love and knowledge …but
always, always new to her.
She opened the door and found her new friend waiting for her, drawing her closer with every breath she took. She sat, reached out her arms and this
new night began. As always it started with touching and stroking, expanding on what she had already learned and starting new lessons when the old
ones had gone as far as they could for that night.
There was always something new and something exciting. Some of the things that she learned caused her to tremble; some to smile but some made her
weep from either joy or sorrow. But everything she learned she welcomed since it helped her grow and change.
Never had she felt so alive. During these special times of hers she saw compassion, love, and tolerance all overcome the negativity of hate, distrust
and bias of the world. Each time she stayed longer; each time she grew wiser and each time it was harder to leave.
This time as she left she looked back at the screen and whispered “Kudos to your tailor SkepticOverlord”.