We walked deep into the enchanted forest last night, filled with cows, coyotes and frozen toadstools, to his little cabin with nothing inside but a chair and a wood burning stove. The stars were shimmering brightly, though I could barely see. When we got inside, I played some guitar and he tended to the fire. This morning I awoke to amazing lovemaking and kisses and cuddles. The sun is just beginning to rise now- soon the mountains will have a lavender lining.
Oh, and also? I put my dreads back in my head… must restore full thoughts. Thoughts of love and the warrior forcefield.
So, hello, here I am in a cabin atop a mountain in Nelson, BC. I have taken the next couple weeks, post driving-across-this-beautiful-country from Toronto with the cat and the dog and the man I love, to be by myself, grow, write, and create. Caffeine and nicotine to keep me going, and a little bit of wine, but only when necessary. The man I love has disappeared as of this evening to do the same, but only in his own cabin, in the valley, about a 20 minute drive from here. I may visit him, but only short-term and only, once again, if completely necessary. He walks each morning now to the stream and collects drinking water, while I sit on the lookout drinking the sugariest coffee you’ve probably ever tried.
Tried, and now tired. Goodnight sleepy faerie witches. Slumber deeply, with a beautiful morning ahead.
The capacity to be alone is the capacity to love. It may look paradoxical to you, but it is not. It is an existential truth: only those people who are capable of being alone are capable of love, of sharing, of going into the deepest core of the other person—without possessing the other, without becoming dependent on the other, without reducing the other to a thing, and without becoming addicted to the other.
Um, just a thought on the wording here: “Those who are capable of being alone" Everyone is ABLE to be alone, everyone CAN be alone and CAN END UP alone at one time or another and therefor are all capable of being alone.
How about “Those who are COMFORTABLE with being alone with themselves are capable of love, sharing, etc…”
Grammar is important. At least to us “crazy” folk.