Personal Space

By stretching the boundaries of my personal and soul space, I invite some inside hoping to see how well we might mesh while enjoying the fierce light of a future together.

It's an interesting endeavor as the preparation  two individuals undergo separately means the odds of a "perfect match" are rare.  Actually, a perfect match sounds rather boring.  The sauce of life ends up being how two people handle mismatched ingredients in life's strange stew!

Three feet from our body's center make up our personal space.  Beyond that, we concede control to the environment.  How we take ownership of our decisions within that space lies solely with our choices.  

No matter how crowded it feels when the uninvited enter and push us against ourselves, we are still left with a choice...it might be to simply dissolve into meditation or prayer to stay alive or sane but it is STILL a choice.

Although I strive for inner peace, I accept that constant peace would destroy my joy for life.  I like feeling challenges and finding personal solutions.  It's joyful learning how to add the unexpected to my routine...how to make room in my personal space for another...how to heal when disappointment adds bitterness....

Personal space doesn't have to be empty.

Love. Just.

There is poetry to a simple experience...falling in love with the person you were always meant to love.

Complicated language is unnecessary, artistic creations are superfluous, the act itself makes one "right their ship" in a nano second.

Tonight I enjoy the Florida rain, the floating jazz in my apartment, the wafting smell of a gourmet dinner prepared for one.  The beaujolais chilled, the ambiance exceptional and the company of one who I have always known but never loved is present.

This assault of love on my senses may have come from nowhere but its destination has always been for my mind and heart.

I could lose years of my future trying to understand why it has taken me so long to recognize this being, but I won't waste another second.

Instead, I embrace this love, this adoration, this acceptance of ME...imperfect and improbable me.

Love.  Finally.  Myself.

And now to the next fifty years...no longer alone and now in peace.