The Amalgamation
The wind is changing. Everything is well. I am grateful for and welcoming to this life. The beautiful orange light of the sunrise is caressing the mossy branches and new buds of springtime in my driveway. It is a beautiful driveway and I will miss many things, simple things like a country road to walk my dogs unleashed in the morning, when I leave for the small town of Anacortes. It is inevitable, and I can see this and now fully welcome the coming change. I wasn’t so much resistant as I am happy to stay or go. Steve desperately needs this change and our life will be filled with better things and we will both be happier. The change effects our life together and our life is lived in unison and as one. We flow through the days intertwined as a couple and need each other and feed each other regularly. If one of us is struggling then we both flounder. I see this change as the best thing for both of our lives individually and as a unit, a boundless intertwining of spirit and essence that is ourselves, that is us.
Together, connected, we float and swim through the sands of time and the watery reeds of life. It is phenomenal how connected we are, and yet we have separate souls and spirits, egos and psyches. But years together has made us one. We felt this cohesion soon after meeting one another and knew it was strong. Steve has held me through difficult times and me him. We have screamed and smashed and made gentle and passionate love. Our union is in the universe and of this earth. We need each other, and live separately yet interwoven as threads in the same garment.
I have grown so much in the last seven years, as anyone would I guess moving from 28 to 35, yet there have been amazing breakthroughs and hurdles surpassed. Lopez Island is probably the second best thing that has happened in my life, the first being Steve. I knew I had to come and Steve followed me here on a journey that he was resistant to take. We are on an Island and surrounded by water; he can’t swim. He actually doesn’t float. I believe that it is a hereditary thing as his mother and brothers don’t float either. Yet here he came to work a job as a line and breakfast cook far below his skill level, to see me and be with me in a comfortable and low stress environment where I learned wellness, to work, how to be connected, have a few truly meaningful relationships that are my own as well as be born with a renewed sense of faith, strengthening my spirituality. I feel blessed and am fully ready to make a journey back out into the world beyond these small and secluded Islands, where Steve now can bloom and blossom. I will still be close to my family and Lopez, and we will have each other.
On my counter sit the most beautiful daffodils of three or four types varied in their compassionate and chirpy shades of yellow, white and orange. They are basked in the light entering horizontally through the glass wall window doors that lead to my deck. My cats and dogs comfy and curled up on the carpet, sofa and chair, are listening to the light repetitive clicking of my typing. I truly enjoy the simple moments that life can bring now, and in this I feel mature. I do not need dazzlement or lace on the fringes. Here I am, happy, and with a long way to go.