There is a park in Paris where the trees are manicured into a piece of art. It is hard to go to Palais Royal and not admire them, let alone not walk under them. Isn't it so that somethings need to be touched just to believe they are real? Touching, or entering into the realm… like when I see a delicious cake when I am not hungry, I taste it anyway just to have the taste in my mouth.
That fine line between two worlds.
Nearly touching, interacting but separate, balancing one another.
Physical and spiritual,
Intertwine but oh so separate.
Growing, being trimmed, becoming… strong.
My cousin Kathy and I were to meet up with our husbands at Palais Royal. Kathy found Gene. But French Husband hid amongst the trees. He thought it would be funny, I thought it would be easy to "find" him. Ha.
We played our game, silently. The tree line stood between us. I knew he was weaving in and out, coming towards me. He knew I was trying to catch him with my camera.
We both wanted to win. I tried not to cheat. He knew he would win and I played anyway.
Winning isn't everything. The experience is worthy too isn't it?
Relationships, the silent stories, the knowing without words, the two
realities side by side.
Playing, fighting, forgiving, hiding… bare naked though fully dressed.
Relationships: Man and woman, husband and wife, Father and Mother, lover and fighter, tender and raw, daredevil and brocanteur.
Weaving love with what we have, with who we are.
Do we ever know someone completely? I barely know myself….
I thought I had him, but I knew I had to "catch" him full face.
Being perfect isn't what it is cracked up to be.
I saw he had a half smile, he was confident he was going to win.
Silly man….
At times in a relationship there are stand offs.
Communication is important, though words can get in the way, especially if they are in different languages. Being mad at someone you love isn't a game I like to play. Bearing truth isn't easy to do and harder to take.
Fortunately, relationships don't grow in straight lines.
Pruning is art not just a cruel tool for the untamed.
Holding ground.
Staying in the middle.
Hiding.
It happens.
Love isn't a game…. though it can be hard to play for keeps.
So we play.
We fight.
We have stand offs.
We stick to the middle ground and at times take the high road, and blow up the bridge, and find a shortcut home.
Winning isn't everything…. it really isn't.
Though it does feel good for awhile.
We hold on to what keeps us together-
The fine line between two worlds is we both win. That is the reality.
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