*** one of the reasons I write, is because it is one of the few places that I can be totally honest, I can roll thoughts around in my mind, on my tongue in a writers whisper and let my pencil, pen or keyboard be my mediator, my eager servant. If anyone's feelings are hurt with this passage please forgive me that is not my intent.
I enjoy a women's writing class every Wednesday in Santa Cruz.
We've been on hiatus over the summer and I was really looking forward to returning to the class.
But life, like it tends to do, threw me an unexpected curve ball. A new job and all that implies.
As the days approached to the first day of the fall season of the women's writing circle, I felt compelled to cancel and end my commitment until I was on sturdy ground again with work and a relatively consistent schedule.
I was sure I was going to cancel until this morning. The morning of the seasons first class, I dropped my daughter off at school. With an afternoon and evening work schedule I planned to go home and crash for an hour. But instead when I got home I considered my class, dressed quickly, grabbed my note book and pencil and heading north on the one
The moment I walked in and sat down to meditation I forgot about work, about money, about bills, about all that weighed heavy on me. I popped each intruding thought with a mental pin and focused on breathing and let the gratitude of writing take its course, and this is what came out of my heart.
Writing Prompt: What I remember....
I remember how happy he was to see me. How his eyes twinkled. I remember how patiently he waited behind my car, waiting for me to get out, waiting to see me for the first time in twenty two years. I remember his huge, genuine smile and saw his approval of how I've aged over the years.
I remember him hugging me, then picking me up and kissing me all over, forehead, chin, neck, nose, cheeks, eyelids and finally my mouth. I remember the softness of his lips and the strangeness of a different tongue as it slowly, tentatively probed my mouth, searching, and inquisitive.
I remember opening my eyes slowly to see him as I parted my lips and let my first true love kiss me deeply once again. I remember the pounding of my heart in my chest, and how shallow my breathing became, I remember as he kissed me, looking just past his eyes and and over his shoulders at the nearly full moon and the clear night sky dotted with specks of distant light. I remember thinking about my husband and how broken hearted he would be. I remember not really caring, because at that very moment, if only for a moment, I knew this was where I was meant to be.
