puella -> RE: Life Changing Experiences.... (2/19/2007 4:14:49 AM)
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Thank you for a thread which is proving to have many interesting posts which show something really individual about each who has contributed. In my past relationship, I was very lucky to have been with a man who was not afraid of intensity and who very gracefully allowed for that element to naturally work for him and with him, and was wise enough to know that it must ebb and flow naturally. I have a wonderful myriad of memories of him and the places he brought me to. It is somewhat strange that this one silly, little moment is one which has moved me so profoundly. He had taken me to the pier in Santa Barbara for the fourth of July. There were fireworks and crosses and the sea. After a day of ups and downs, we went home. I was brushing my teeth in the bathroom, and had put some toothpaste on his toothbrush for when he would come in later, one of many silly little things I used to be so desperate to do for him. There was no extraordinary moment, he simply entered and without even thinking about it, picked up the toothbrush and scrubbed away beside me. I looked at him and was so filled with emotion and love and reverence for him, all I could do was sink to my knees at his feet….toothbrush still in my mouth. How utterly ungraceful yet organic it all was. He looked down and smiled with what I interpreted to be a mixture of surprise, humor, and pleasure... and everything felt totally right. I still wonder if he remembers that moment. I wonder if he remembers what such devotion looked like, in an utterly undignified heap at his feet, sudsy tooth brush pinioned in my mouth, and shining dark eyes full of thanks, wonder and love. I know that I will never forget the smile he gave me (somehow, he looked much more dignified than I did with a tooth brush stuck in his mouth), and that most mundane of moments, which by all rights should simply have been any other fleck of insignificant time, and ended up being a moment that seared me indelibly, leaving me changed and molded like a lump of ore in a refiner's fire. There has never been a place more right than kneeling at his feet.
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