There is nothing earth-shattering to uncover, my love. So there is no grand conclusion here, in these words of mine. ‘Cause I adore what happens when we are really present, when we don’t spend our days watching television or numbly distracted by our work, but deeply engaged with another heart. We can watch the fresh shoots of our love sprout and grow, too. We can watch our efforts sprout and grow for the rest of the summer. It feels sweet to be drawn closer through what we created. To give our love to others, rather than lock it away for our own glory.Īnd as for us, my dear-well, we spent nearly a week digging in the earth, and we fell even harder for each other. Love is like this, too-our love is not just our own. But it felt amazing and expansive to share the experience. In the past, I would have felt closed-off to other people wanting to help. That’s been an elusive feeling for me, that’s for sure.Īnd I enjoyed how we included some neighbors in our gardening project. I felt a deep sweetness I haven’t really experienced before. This sense of home, of connection-to myself, to you, to the world. Falling into your arms, our bodies both warm and covered in sweat. Me, getting bitten by the ants that crawled on my sandals realizing I really shouldn’t have worn sandals at all. I’m grateful we were naive about this process.īut I adore the images that dance into my mind as I fondly recall our time… Wow, it was a lot more work than we thought. Sometimes, we fell silent-utterly enamored with the torn-up ground, so rich beneath us, revealing its chocolate lava center as we tilled and raked. It felt backbreaking at times, exhausting and overwhelming. It feels like paving the road for the future as we pulled out the old, moldy leaves that lurked mysteriously in the undergrowth, carving out a careful space for new seeds. Aching muscles, but happy hearts-that was the rhythm of our days. You help me slow down and smell the roses, as they say.Īnd my darling, I loved how our bodies became utterly exhausted at night as we fell into glorious slumber, arms wrapped tightly around each other.
#Nourish move love warm up full#
I can get lost in the details of my fast-moving, anxious thought-trains and forget to enjoy the full lusciousness of the big picture. I may seem carefree on the surface, but I can get sulky and take life too seriously sometimes. You bring out my silly side, my wild side, my fiery side, my real side. The corners of our mouths were turned upward throughout the whole process:īecause it’s not that you complete me-it’s that you bring me complete and utter joy. I feel it tingling from my head to my toes, like the fizziness of champagne bubbling through my veins. We both got bossy in moments (especially me).īut we kissed passionately in the shade during the radiance of our breaks-seeing what we had done, how well we worked together, and how much we had left to do.Īs we moved the thick soil through our hands, the clay-like consistency felt so good.īut really, my love-it felt so good to do this with you. We sweat vigorously in the noonday sun-salty drops running down our backs and chins, occasionally landing into our mouths with an oddly satisfying splash!Īnd how we laughed. Oh my love, we dug deep into the soil with our fingers-damn, our poor fingers-for they quickly became red and calloused from our efforts. We planted a garden together-a mighty fine garden, if I do say so myself. You make me realize how beautiful life can be-in the healing, in the awesome realization that I am not broken or unlovable after all.Īnd I want you to know how much it means to me I want you to feel the ways our story drapes itself in my mind like the sweetest honeysuckle vines. You encourage me in a million ways to be more real, more myself. You make it so easy-with your kind eyes, calm smile, and the devoted care resounding in your melodic voice. But she is inviting you in, more and more. She felt walked on, used and abused by the way others had treated her. See, my heart was bitter for a long time. I have to sit back and take snapshots in my mind. I am writing to you because our love is growing. Don’t ask me why, but I feel inspired to skip around and lick the air with my tongue. I shiver and appreciate the coziness of the warm mug in my hands.Īnd I smile so broadly as I think of you. My love, I am writing to you as I sip dandelion tea and wrap my favorite soft blue scarf around my shoulders.Īh, there’s a slight chill in the air tonight. A post shared by ecofolks on at 6:58pm PDT
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