I found you.
You found me.
Of course we promised for ever.
I found you.
You found me.
Of course we promised our love.
I found you.
You found me.
Our words hung in the air like birds gliding.
I found you.
You found me.
We made music.
We danced.
I found you.
You found me.
The bliss was unlike any other.
We wondered if it could possibly be.
I found you.
You found me.
But not in the the same space.
But not at the same time.
“What’s past is prologue”, Shakespeare penned these words in “The Tempest” and what an amazingly complex simplicity.
{And before I travel too far down this thought, no, I have not read nor seen the play. But I love these words. So surely that counts almost as much don’t you think? Yes? I knew you would.}
How often when reading a book do you skip the prologue and jump directly to chapter one? For me, until quite recently, it was all the time. Then I picked up a book and did something unusual for me and I read the prologue. When I finished the book I knew I would never have reached the resolution the author designed had I not read that prologue.
So what, right?
Isn’t it so true that in life we are allowed quickie views into the future if only we are present now? If we would take a moment and really consider the things that are happening around us and to us? But we’re so busy getting to the next place or making the next decision that we simply miss those small cues that could make the biggest differences.
And of course not every past action is an indicator of our life story will ultimately unfold. But every lesson we can learn from our before could help us get to a better, more fulfilling after.
“What’s past is prologue” …. How will your story unfold?
{although it’s just imagery, content not suitable for those who are “uptight”}
A knock on the door
A look in his eye
A smile on my face
A touch on my neck
A chill on my skin
A kiss on his lips
A caress on his back
collision
breath
sound
exquisite
passion
pleasure
collapse
goodbyes
Wrap me up in the softness of your spirit, the kindness of your soul;
Entangle me endlessly in the fibers of your very being.
Paint a picture that only I can see because you have created those colors for none but me.
Others will gaze upon it I am sure but for them it will be something altogether different.
From one sentence to the next, one chapter to another,
Your warmth knows no bounds, your coolness no limits
Wrap me up in the softness of your spirit, the kindness of your soul
Wrap me up forever in you.
Fin.
“Note to self {NTS}” I find that I use that notion a lot. Typically when I am drifting out of focus and making something about me that really isn’t.
For instance sitting in a meeting discussing {again} the logistics of some project or idea. The speaker may something about “thinking outside the box” – which as everybody knows is the universal trigger to mentally check out because you’ve been collectively getting out of this box for many months now. But I digress.
So that happens and I make a NTS about buying new shoe boxes. But the notes are rarely anything encouraging, inspiring or uplifting – just more crap to do.
So I was thinking why not a beautiful NTS {lord knows i might be waiting forever on somebody else to write it but i’ll save that lil bit for another time}. Anyway, what would I write to myself as a beautiful love letter, an inspired Note To Self?
Here goes:
Dear Tamika, your ability to allow people the space to be themselves truly astounds. You provide comfort simply by being present. Your thoughts make me wander and wonder. You make me want to take my time to get to know you better, stretching our moments into hours, our hours into days, our days into a lifetime.
xoxo
PS those candied pecans and red velvet cookies you make are everything! i would be ok getting fat with you
So that’s mine. What’s your inspired Note To Self?
The Fyne Prynt 