There are things in our lives that make us who we are today. There are things that we find comfort in - a blanket, a place, a cup of hot chocolate, just about anything that when we have it, we feel comfort and at ease and safe.
For me it is two things. One is being in bed next to my lover - even just napping next to Tracy. Last night I took a nap and at some point she joined me. It is that time, lying under the covers, feeling her warmth . . . for that time I am safe and the world is gone. Letting myself drift asleep. The sense of comfort surrounding me while my mind and body slowly shuts down to sleep. The only feeling is of her touch, which has become comforting.
The other is baseball. I can lose myself in the game. Whether being at the field or sitting with the TV on and watching a game. I think it's the purity of baseball - how it reflects life itself. I think back to where this comes from for me and the answer I come up with is - it is the sport that accepts me for who I am. And isn't that all we all want - to be accepted for who we are?
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When we are together our souls unify as two colors of melting glass. You are my kindred spirit. I love you.
As you are aware, I love Rumi's poems. This one describes how I feel about us...exquisitely. *kiss*
[RUMI]
If anyone asks you
how the perfect satisfaction
of all our sexual wanting
will look, lift your face
and say,
Like this.
When someone mentions the gracefulness
of the nightsky, climb up on the roof
and dance and say,
Like this.
If anyone wants to know what "spirit" is,
or what "God’s fragrance" means,
lean your head toward him or her.
Keep your face there close.
Like this.
When someone quotes the old poetic image
about clouds gradually uncovering the moon,
slowly loosen knot by knot the strings
of your robe.
Like this.
If anyone wonders how Jesus raised the dead,
don’t try to explain the miracle.
Kiss me on the lips.
Like this. Like this.
When someone asks what it means
to "die for love," point
here.
If someone asks how tall I am, frown
and measure with your fingers the space
between the creases on your forehead.
This tall.
The soul sometimes leaves the body, the returns.
When someone doesn’t believe that,
walk back into my house.
Like this.
When lovers moan,
they’re telling our story.
Like this.
I am a sky where spirits live.
Stare into this deepening blue,
while the breeze says a secret.
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