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socialjustice_fsu · 05-28-2010, 10:05 PM

Tomorrow promises to be a day of my brain being challenged, questions with illusive answers being posed and always the untimate 'why?' I am teaching a class on human suffering, depression, and ways to cope with such when our patient's face the end of their lives. I stare at the power point slides I have prepared. Polished, refined, spell-checked. It looks good. But how do I get this message to ring true to these professional caregivers? How do I ensure they know in their own lives they need to check themselves and live life as if tomorrow never comes their way. To watch hypervigilantly for ways to come to them to give and receive joy...

She came to see me Friday night. A long drive for her with her large, rotten dog in tow. We had been sharing our lives through several other mediums but we were yet to be in each other's presence. She knocked on my door. I opened it and we fell in love right there in the laundry room. This is fairy-tale stuff, she says. We spend two days together and try to pack in the many days on the horizon that we will be physically apart. She has to return to her home, her obligations. I must do the same. It is 2 AM Monday morning. She was to have left much earlier but it just did not happen. I see how tired she is and offer whatever I can to help her be alert for the long drive...coffee, tea, a hot shower? She opted for the latter. I went back to the recliner to study my presentation. Time is drawing to a close and I need to focus. I hear the water.

She begins her hot shower and I lament about trying not to miss opportunities in this life that bring us pure joy. She is 3 rooms away from me. Why am I sitting here? I go to the shower and offer to wash her back. She asks me to join her. I start to tell her of the things I 'need to be doing.' The look in her eyes told me differently. I realized this is one of 'those' times to experience her and everything she brings to me. I undress and join her in the shower. I look at her. She is every bit as beautiful as the first time I kissed her. She stood before me - skin wet and shiny from the hot shower and with every ounce of her vulnerability there for me to hold. I abide with her. She looked at me with eyes that said love me, protect me, have me. I gently bathed her. I washed her hair and helped her rinse off. Touching her lifted me to another plane. Never had I experienced the energy nor the force of this kind of loving. She gently bathed me in return. She kissed me as the water ran over both of us as we entangled our arms around each other. She continued to bathe me with such tenderness that I felt I had transformed into a spiritual being and could sail through the heavens. I almost missed this beautiful experience because I was caught up in the 'need to's' of life. She was 3 rooms away from me and about to be another 600 miles from me within the hour. I wanted to be with her...love her...touch her. Following many warm and sensual kisses we left the shower and dried one another. We never lost eye contact...you see, we can show love through our eyes if only we take the time.

Within the hour she had to go. We kissed and kissed again. The tears came this time as we shared some lyrics so special to us..."She says, "Wake me up, no pretending" I'll keep stealing, breathing her; birds are leaving over autumns ending; one of us will die inside these arms, eyes wide open, naked as we came, one will spread our ashes around the yard."

Headlights switch on to highbeam to show her the way home. I stand there and listen to the engine's noise disappear into the night. I go to my bed and begin to doze wondering if she is alert. I am suddenly roused from sleep. I hear the water. It has begun to rain.

05-28-2010, 10:05 PM	#1753
socialjustice_fsu Member How Do You Identify?: Feminine Preferred Pronoun?: She, her Relationship Status: It’s all good. Join Date: Dec 2009 Location: The gulf waters are sapphire blue and the beach sand is white as snow. Posts: 607 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 6,866 Thanked 2,156 Times in 439 Posts Rep Power: 21474852	I hear the Water. Tomorrow promises to be a day of my brain being challenged, questions with illusive answers being posed and always the untimate 'why?' I am teaching a class on human suffering, depression, and ways to cope with such when our patient's face the end of their lives. I stare at the power point slides I have prepared. Polished, refined, spell-checked. It looks good. But how do I get this message to ring true to these professional caregivers? How do I ensure they know in their own lives they need to check themselves and live life as if tomorrow never comes their way. To watch hypervigilantly for ways to come to them to give and receive joy... She came to see me Friday night. A long drive for her with her large, rotten dog in tow. We had been sharing our lives through several other mediums but we were yet to be in each other's presence. She knocked on my door. I opened it and we fell in love right there in the laundry room. This is fairy-tale stuff, she says. We spend two days together and try to pack in the many days on the horizon that we will be physically apart. She has to return to her home, her obligations. I must do the same. It is 2 AM Monday morning. She was to have left much earlier but it just did not happen. I see how tired she is and offer whatever I can to help her be alert for the long drive...coffee, tea, a hot shower? She opted for the latter. I went back to the recliner to study my presentation. Time is drawing to a close and I need to focus. I hear the water. She begins her hot shower and I lament about trying not to miss opportunities in this life that bring us pure joy. She is 3 rooms away from me. Why am I sitting here? I go to the shower and offer to wash her back. She asks me to join her. I start to tell her of the things I 'need to be doing.' The look in her eyes told me differently. I realized this is one of 'those' times to experience her and everything she brings to me. I undress and join her in the shower. I look at her. She is every bit as beautiful as the first time I kissed her. She stood before me - skin wet and shiny from the hot shower and with every ounce of her vulnerability there for me to hold. I abide with her. She looked at me with eyes that said love me, protect me, have me. I gently bathed her. I washed her hair and helped her rinse off. Touching her lifted me to another plane. Never had I experienced the energy nor the force of this kind of loving. She gently bathed me in return. She kissed me as the water ran over both of us as we entangled our arms around each other. She continued to bathe me with such tenderness that I felt I had transformed into a spiritual being and could sail through the heavens. I almost missed this beautiful experience because I was caught up in the 'need to's' of life. She was 3 rooms away from me and about to be another 600 miles from me within the hour. I wanted to be with her...love her...touch her. Following many warm and sensual kisses we left the shower and dried one another. We never lost eye contact...you see, we can show love through our eyes if only we take the time. Within the hour she had to go. We kissed and kissed again. The tears came this time as we shared some lyrics so special to us..."She says, "Wake me up, no pretending" I'll keep stealing, breathing her; birds are leaving over autumns ending; one of us will die inside these arms, eyes wide open, naked as we came, one will spread our ashes around the yard." Headlights switch on to highbeam to show her the way home. I stand there and listen to the engine's noise disappear into the night. I go to my bed and begin to doze wondering if she is alert. I am suddenly roused from sleep. I hear the water. It has begun to rain.