Wednesday, October 04, 2006

Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting


I woke up growling outloud this morning as My bedroom windows were slightly open and I did not feel a chill in the room. Instead I felt warmth and a sudden muggy feeling in the air.

Only to open the french doors that keep My room from the outside to feel the warm, muggy weather. It pissed Me off instantly, so I am guessing My day is not going to be as good as I would have liked it to be. I enjoy opening the doors in the morning and feeling the chill hit you in the face. My favorite thing to do in the morning is sit on the rock steps that go down under My doors and have My morning coffee. My robe around My shoulders just watching the birds eat breakfast.

Yet this morning I sat there playing with the small pebbles on the step with My toes praying for the coolness to show itself.

I have very few neighbors. The nearest neighbor is about a mile and a half northwest of Me. An older gentleman in his late 80's who still farms as much as he can. About a year ago he lost his wife to a heartattack and these days I see him less then I used to. This morning he brought Me a bag of greenbeans and corn from his farm and sat down with Me as I got him a cup of coffee. We sat there talking for awhile and I asked him what is the secret to true happiness.

He sat there for awhile, sipped his coffee and stood up. With a gentle kiss on My forhead he simply said this.

"I know you go through life Miss H but Someday you will find the one thing that will go through you."

As he left I noticed tears fill in My eyes. I suppose he is right. I go through so much yet I still believe I will find that someone that will go through Me.

Blessed be,
Goddess Isis Moon

1 Comments:

At 4:51 PM , Blogger Polyfetishist said...

Given my neighbors I have to envy the gentle wisdom of yours.

Of the lovers I've had in my life a couple almost destroyed me. They were so poisonous I thought I'd flee from love forever: yes, it happens to men as well as women.

I was chatting with my Beloved tonight. We were each marvelling that we'd found the other despite distance in geography and age. It is like seven kinds of miracles.

I get to be the strong arm that holds her tight. And strive to be humble before her and let my ego dissolve away in adoration. Each role lived in the appropriate moments. Honestly not always easily spotted. We each continue to learn and to talk. And talk yet more. I could never worship a woman who didn't enjoy talking with me.

I hope that you can preserve yout faith that the man who is your proper complement is ou there and that the two of you will yet come together and bond in the happiness that I've found with the one I call sweetheart and Goddess.

 

Post a Comment

Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom]

<< Home