yes, it's official, I'm in love... that crazy kind of love when everytime you're in the presence of your beloved it's like a happy parade going off in your mind...when you're apart the excitement of being together is pure joy... yes, it's love alright and I'm looking out at my beloved now... my multicoloured, illuminated, magical, gorgeous and divine christmas lights that I have wrapped around and around and around my deck railing. My life is aglow inside and out.
I've loved Christmas lights, I've had a light fetish you could say, for years...but never like this. Mingled in with the backdrop of th lights of the city buildings and streetlights my outside world is truly amazing. I can hardly wait for the sun to set so the lights can transform into their brilliant colours and sparle into my mind and heart. Each time I look out into the night it's like I'm seeing them for the first time and smile at how beautiful they are. I leave them on all night so I see their glittering glow first thing when I wake early in the morning.
My daughter laughs at me because sometimes I am literally catching my breath at how magical they look. I have a gasp... that excitement sound of "oh I'm so happy you're here". Reminds me of the child playing with the jack-in-the-box who is surprised each time the puppet jumps up, endlessly amused and tickled pink at the joy of the surprise. That's me with the lights. Endlessly surprised at how much happiness I feel when I gaze into their sparkling twisted and tumbled display.
Love is simple. Love is light. Love
is
the
movement
of the
lights
from
with out
to
with in
When I'm in the love of the lights I don't feel any angst or frustration. Anything that may have been bothering is gone, trivial triffles dispelled in the depth of the feeling of love. I am reminded by their simple, quiet nature how I want to live...how I want to love... deeply happily colourfully brightly... always delighted, truly delighted when my beloved is with me.
Many many months ago when I first started my plans for my move I started to write that my adventure would be a love story. Not a love relationship but a love story. This is the chapter I am in...the chapter on lights, the chapter when certain heavy stressors in my life are lifting and I am moving into a lighter place of balance and harmony. The lights are a gift. They remind me of how beautifully and simply my love story is unfolding. A love of life, a love of self, a love of the small details, a love of grand designs, a love of missing people and a love of learning what to let go of and what to hold onto. A love of listening to the gentle voice that reminds me over and over again that it's all good. Every word of every chapter is good.
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