Across the valley are two towers, traditionally alight with two numbers that change at midnight on 1 January. Last year, the "0" remained as the "8" became a "9." We made a habit of watching this, our bodies close (yes, this is the New Year's Eve excitement in our town).
"Will I see this again?" he asked.
"I hope so, love."
He knew what I knew but didn't want to know, and knew better than to expect a real answer.
Rich couldn't imagine not being here, and I couldn't imagine being without him.
But here the body kicks in.
And it proclaims: What's the problem? I'm happy. I'm eating. So much energy! Let's live!
Doesn't it know the loneliness, the missed touches, the empty bed?
For now -- always, really -- I trust the body that feels love, not the mind that seeks what has changed forever.
Candace
1 comment:
What a great lesson. The body here feasts on fresh-squeezed oranges and lots of sleep, as the mind thinks, "why can't the weather be better? What must I do when I return? Shouldn't I get a jump-start on that?" Better to listen to the body and stay in the here-and-now and enjoy.
Mocha knew it all along, as she deep-sighs from her bed at my feet.
Warm solstice and New Year transition to you, my dear friend! Love, Heather
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