When a door is there before you, open it. You might be shocked or not, but in the end your curiosity will be sated won’t it?
By TeraS and James
Pushing the chair back she stood as well and offered her right hand to him with a smile and the words, “It’s not a question of being worthy… It’s a insight to know that there is knowledge to be gained and the future, whatever it may be, may be…”
Holding hands she led the way down the path, the breeze off the lake warm and untroubling around them as she marshalled her thoughts and then began to explain, “I’m not exactly ‘normal”… I suppose that isn’t a surprise now is it? It’s… not often that I meet someone that is accepting of what I am, who I am… Less so that someone has seen part of my world that isn’t well known or seen… Moreover to see my dog… That has never happened before…”
She was quiet again before continuing, “I suppose that not seeing me in your imagination is because the place is more important than I am, but then I have always felt that I am not that important in the grand scheme of things, after all what is one small speck in the universe when the universe is so vast in comparison?”
Before he could answer that she added, “But then I have never been one to put on airs and be the universe… It has its role and I have mine…”
He gave him a quizzical look, “That doesn’t seem silly does it?”
He looked deep into her sparkling green eyes, eyes he was sure had inspired such profound lust in so many . . . and yet, he did not feel that at all. He felt something so much deeper, so profound, so different. It was a love that said they had always known each other, always been together just like this, and that anything more than this would diminish this love immeasurably.
All of that from looking into her eyes. And his mind and heart accepted it completely.
“It isn’t silly at all for you to want your role while the universe wants it’s own, dear lady . . . ummmm, Dear One.” All of the sudden, it just made perfect sense to say that. “But for you to say that you are unimportant . . . no, that isn’t right at all. I am sure I am not the only one to whom you have opened your heart in this way; for whatever reason, I have the honor of resonating differently to what you offer. But I am sure you offer this to everyone, offer everyone a whole universe out of selfless love.”
Holding her hand, he began to walk with her down the path toward the lake. “And it is that sort of giving that is the important thing. Just about anybody, offered such a gift, cannot help but be changed for the better. You have, no doubt–and I say this having just met you, but it is so clear–you have touched so so many lives for the better. The power in your life, and the way you share it, is one of the most important, most powerful, most real forces in our universe.”
He stopped on the path, still holding her hand, and turned to face her, then reached up to carefully, gently, tentatively (hoping he was not too forward) touch her horns with his free hand. “These . . . I was going to say that they were a trick of this old, fallen world, trying to scare the rest of us away from you. But I think where this fallen world, this world that aches to embrace the love in you but instead fears it, where it has tricked us is by convincing society that these horns and that tail are a sign of something bad. And you seem to have been tricked as well, Dear One.
“What is so clear to me is that you are a gift of God. I am not sure how I get so lucky as to meet you–I know it isn’t deserving–but I am not about to argue.”
Her dog was playing around their feet as he smiled and said, “Shall we continue the tour?”
The tour never really ends does it?