The Mermaid by Howard Pyle
There is a picture of us. No children, parents, or friends. Just us.
Over the years I’ve pulled out this picture when the longing for intimacy was overwhelming, painful. I didn’t notice the shadows in the background.
They were always there - children, parents, friends, colleagues. We were never alone.
What do I want from you? I say I want more time, a dinner date, a day or weekend get away.
What I want, what I’ve been waiting for my whole life, is this. Pure, unconditional, loving presence.
I’ve found this in meditation, writing, Mother Nature. I guess I also want it from you. Is this fair?
There is a certain sadness knowing that the picture is not what I thought it would be. There is also compassion, clarity, and courage.
Let me sit “with all that is unresolved in my heart and try to love the questions themselves.” (Rilke)
I know I can.
Over the years I’ve pulled out this picture when the longing for intimacy was overwhelming, painful. I didn’t notice the shadows in the background.
They were always there - children, parents, friends, colleagues. We were never alone.
What do I want from you? I say I want more time, a dinner date, a day or weekend get away.
What I want, what I’ve been waiting for my whole life, is this. Pure, unconditional, loving presence.
I’ve found this in meditation, writing, Mother Nature. I guess I also want it from you. Is this fair?
There is a certain sadness knowing that the picture is not what I thought it would be. There is also compassion, clarity, and courage.
Let me sit “with all that is unresolved in my heart and try to love the questions themselves.” (Rilke)
I know I can.
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