The Other Half of My Heart
Dec. 18th, 2011 09:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cedar_groveFrom The Book of Awakening: Having the Life You Want by Being Present to the Life You Have.
So the care of one's being is imperative and continuous, as simple and hard as wiping the residue of experience from your mind and heart, letting your original face again light the way. Though, like scratching the middle of your back, we often need each other to regain our sense of Oneness.
Five more big ducks.
I can't express how good it is to know that number is now below seven. I can't express how much I need to walk into the arms of the guy I love and just hold tightly and be held. I can't say how much of an emotional outpouring such a moment brings even thinking about it.
Five more sleeps. Six more days. I don't want to wait any more.
I'm sure I've spoken of this before in some other entry, and maybe it's because Star Trek thoughts are close to my mind having just finished the last of the books she let me borrow to read, but I am one of those bondmate – not whole without my other; or put another way like a rider without their dragon, or the depth expressed in, half my heart to make yours whole Mir said this to me as she gave me a necklace that I have with me here... held in my lap as I type this – looking at the one side of the heart that is covered with gems, the other side empty – like my hand that longs to be held.
We often need each other to regain our sense of Oneness... I need my guy.
One does not become enlightened by imagining
figures of light, but by making the darkness
conscious.
--Carl Jung
So the care of one's being is imperative and continuous, as simple and hard as wiping the residue of experience from your mind and heart, letting your original face again light the way. Though, like scratching the middle of your back, we often need each other to regain our sense of Oneness.
Five more big ducks.
I can't express how good it is to know that number is now below seven. I can't express how much I need to walk into the arms of the guy I love and just hold tightly and be held. I can't say how much of an emotional outpouring such a moment brings even thinking about it.
Five more sleeps. Six more days. I don't want to wait any more.
I'm sure I've spoken of this before in some other entry, and maybe it's because Star Trek thoughts are close to my mind having just finished the last of the books she let me borrow to read, but I am one of those bondmate – not whole without my other; or put another way like a rider without their dragon, or the depth expressed in, half my heart to make yours whole Mir said this to me as she gave me a necklace that I have with me here... held in my lap as I type this – looking at the one side of the heart that is covered with gems, the other side empty – like my hand that longs to be held.
We often need each other to regain our sense of Oneness... I need my guy.
