She loves two men – neither one knows . The secret is hers and when she sees them she is both sad and happy as though she has just made love , remembering when loving a man had once been effortless . I found scribblings in the side margins of one of her books , a book of poetry , poetry of a golden earth where a muse from South America has been dead for more than 40 years and where a century old birdcage elevator lies stuck on the first floor like a sacrament of grace in its idleness .
The penciled scribblings , a list of men ( no names , only numbers ) , some husbands , some not :
# 1 : married , submissive unhappy love
# 2 : illicite passionate love affair love
# 3 : older artist fulfilled love
# 4 : mafia terror abusive love
# 5 : healing past life love
She is working on a novel that will never be resumed . The setting , a small hamlet along Lake Michigan where she once went swimming in the cold water with her dress still on , emerging and feeling quite sure she would never die . She possessed a peace of mind during that period … a time after 4 years of independence and freedom without debt , no house , no car , no taxes , no husband , no lover … So she went off to see the world , it’s variety … and to be brave and challenge her courage , a courage others came to misunderstand . And on her return home , words came flying at her like the wings of a dragonfly hovering before changing direction in mid air . But she caught them as if she had a super power and the equilibrium between freedom and responcibility merged into a simple , strong urge to just write , an urge that was a blow of fate while some thought of it as a betrayal when she just wanted to write the truest sentence she knew . She told me this : ” It was one of those days , the day I realized there was entire life behind things , all things and a feeling that I just can’t take it , this beauty there is just so much of , begging to be acknowledged “. So in just one day , a moment in a day , a day when the sun rose again as orderly as a book of prayers , her heart bowed to love and on her knees she vowed to stop her selfishness … and to stop her courageous , independent and nomadic ” all on her own ” life . ( it wasn’t a believable look on her anyway ).
But she loves two men … one who stands in her future , the other a guru who brings her from under the red dome of her stubbornness to be alone and opens the elevator that flies to the top of that building , breaking thru the pinnacle into open sky , quick as a move in a tango dance , soaring into a world that enters her closed eyes . What happened , you wonder ? It was simple , a story told with deliberate casualness by one of those men who gazed at her over a cup of coffee after telling it . A simple story of his visit to the Grand Canyon and how much more amazing and beautiful it is when you see it with someone holding your hand . And the future was soon to come forth in her love for the other man , the one behind the camera who would , in a ” one moment in time “kind of day , tell her he did not ever want to disappoint her . Her secret would be out soon . . .
Lone tree photo by Mikko Lagerstedt Photography
music score : Anathama … ” A Moment in Time ” ( 2006 ) Full concert from Poland
I loved this. That line about the Grand Canyon line is so very true 🙂
Well done.
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Thank you Norm … So glad that you know about the joy of togetherness in sharing the beauty and awe of the Grand Canyon with someone you love …xx
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Meg, this is such a good read and i love the accompanying pictures.
Thank you for this sharing.
Best to You
john
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John …you are kind , your encouragement as a fellow writer pushes me further towards learning our craft … Thank you dear man …
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Meg! You have found the key to all of this! A narrator! Just brilliant! H ❤
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Oh Hariod ! This key took a long time to find ! … Thank you so much for staying with me as I’ve struggled …all your dear ,honest and helpful comments mean so much ..xxx
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A wonderful piece. The list adding to the mystery!
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Dear wonderful man … Thank you …xx
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If you are not “the Narrator”, you are her best mouthpiece. Lovely work, beautifully composed.
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Hi Van ..your comment is heart warming ..Thankyou so much …xx
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Beautifully written Meg! The photos, such an add to your thoughtful writing!
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Beautiful Christine … Thankyou for the love …xx
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Incandescent, as usual, Meg. Sending you my warmest wishes for the holidays. –Julie
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You , Julie , are such a brilliant light glowing on this earth … May peace , joy and always love be yours this holiday season …thank you so much … hugs
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What a beautiful piece of writing and I love the pictures 🙂
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Beautiful Arman , thank you so much … Blessings xx
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Your prose is stunning, evocative, sensual … so many loves. It’s wonderful getting to know your work.
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Thank you Renee … Your light shines ! Xx
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