I am holding a space for someone who is holding a space for me. Someone who loves me,
wants me, desires me, appreciates me, approves of me, and can not breathe when I am not
beside them. I am holding a space for someone who can come to me, bravely entering the
unknown, pushing, pulling, giving openly and taking everything.
I am holding a space for someone who can stand on this earth, rooted in themselves,
crowned with love, and by self-love. Someone who can walk their own path, but is not afraid
to traverse the boundaries of the back country, nor walk the peaks of any mountain.
I am holding a space for someone who’s lone thought among the colors of slippery, wet fingers,
rising fires, and shimmering climax is me. My smell, my face, my eyes, my hands, my heart. Me.
Nothing else will do.
an except from an ongoing conversation with a dear friend.
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That is beautiful Sunshine! May you find one another.
Wow that was beautiful, passionate- very heavy. I feel marriage is like a marathoner who gets injured and quits training for a while- then somehow grows to just recall the marathons he once ran. Slowly or quickly, the days turn into months and years, the extra weight of life adds on- he is lucky if he even runs- let alone a marathon. Self love- what a noble yet close to impossible task.
ME tooo.
what i keep feeling around blindly for is having that feeling about somebody else. i keep battling between holding a space for it, and actively searching for it.
i just have to let go. let go of all the silliness that stands between me and accepting the world as it is.
i can. i know it.
as i sit here in my living room laying cleopatra style on my couch with fingers dangling above the keys of my computer i find my breath catching in my lungs, my heart beats skipping, my facial muscles relaxing and my eyes softening a bit. i find myself, a voyuer, clicking from entry to entry…reading, abosorbing, feeling and i find myself entranced. my goodness, sunshine. can i please just put you in my pocket?
(and so as not to make it appear to your readers as though you are writing to yourself I add this little disclaimer: the website and the information therein are the works of sunshine jones…this reply is the work of sunshine fox. different people. same name.)