The moment their eyes met, she felt the hands of eternity itself wrap around her heart as peace filled every pore of her being—she was home and she had not even known she had left. Here, for the first time, infinity welcomed her in its embrace of beingness, and she swam languidly in it’s depths. Although she had forgotten to breathe, her lungs drew in air of their own accord, hardly daring to stop lest they interrupt the bliss that every mote and atom celebrated in this instant. This was love and the entire universe knew it and danced in time to the beat of their hearts. They would remember this moment for years as "the big bang," the moment a new universe all of their own was created, and it was they who had created it with their willingness to love each other. Nothing they had ever experienced to this point could compare with the divinity they each held in their hearts. Their minds had never been so still and clear, and neither of them had ever known such clarity and purpose. They merged and soared in the oneness of unity and sang silently of their joy across time and space dimensions. Each had known misery and had thought themselves to be in a hellish place of wretchedness and hopelessness. They had both begun to despair of finding happiness at all and had surrendered all need to control anything in order to simply survive. Free falling into this abyss by choice, they had found each other, and now the heavens sang in praise for all to see and hear. By the clock, it all lasted a nanosecond, but by heart-time, this celebration lasted aeons as their flames united again and blazed into life as one.
Suddenly she was aware of the colour of his eyes, and that awareness began seeping through her to take in the details that her other senses were registering now, too. He smelled as good as he looked and her taste buds began to flutter excitedly at the thought of how she might savour his physicality. She swooned at the sound of his melodious voice and shivered at the thought of his touch as the tenderness of his strong and virile masculinity entered her own energy field across the step. This man was herself somehow, she had found the part of herself that she had always yearned to find and it had to be some kind of cosmic joke, a tragedy or a jest, surely. As her mind reasserted itself in her being, she began drowning in doubt and fear and the moment was all but lost, but not completely. Little did she know that this one defining moment would be with her, in the forefront of her consciousness for decades to come, and would hold her by the hand to draw her through every fear she encountered for a long, long, time. Her soul sang as she turned away from him and began choosing music to dance to. He entered the area fully now and watched her prepare as she swayed and crooned to the rhythm of life as she felt it. Together they owned the entire room and filled it with the chorus of angels. They were Love itself made manifest, and they had found each other again. Life was suddenly perfect and complete and now, it always would be.
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Gabriella Grace
My main passion is parenting my Inner Child in a nurturing, loving way. Supporting others as they learn to love and accept themselves through self-parenting has been the priceless gift that has come out of that and is now my life's purpose.
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