She felt the wet grass between her toes. The smell of rain lingered
in the air, in the leaves, and in her hair. She felt the silk of her
dress between her fingers, and he nudged her hand, and it coursed
through her.
*Months beforehand*
He'd
said the words in the first light of day, because he knew i twas her
favourite time, the freshest, the sweetest and newest. It was her
birthday and he'd followed their tradition, breakfast in bed with a
little cupcake, candles and a small present. She'd eaten breakfast, and
because of the length of time shared between the two, she felt his
tension in her body, as if it was her own. She began having suspicious
thoughts about the contents of the intricately carved wooden box. Such a
small present, she couldn't help the cloud of dissappointment forming
in her heart. But when she held the box in her hands every energy was
washed away, by the meaning ringing through her. She felt his emotions
pulsing in her veins like thunder and lightning, and she knew instantly.
She looked up, afraid. He saw that she knew. The emotions surged
through her veins, and the meaning passing between their eyes glowed.
She
could barely let it sink in. She'd known him nearly two years, and
every minute had been paradise. Ever tear shed, every smile worn, every
memory sheltered and cherished, every emotional bruise born with ease.
She could never stay angry at him, not even after he crossed the deepest
of borders in her being, that of truth.
Anyhow, it was
time to celebrate. SHe decided to leave the box unopened until the time
came. They hatched plans, weaved social understanding amongst their
friends, and the time was arriving quicker than expected. Every day she
woke up by his side was another day closer. Every day took her breath
away, and she felt the energy building in her veins, as the time drew
closer. It was as if the feminine form insider her was flowering, when
all her life it had been a closed bud. It was as if the smell permeating
her being bewitched him, and he could never get enough. The need for
the purest of water inside his heart grew to be her heaviest of daily
needs, and the need for sunshine in happiness and freedom, was of utmost
importance. THe energy increased in her blood as the time grew ever
closer.
Their social circle talked and talked, and yet
somehow managed to keep the entire occasion 'underground' as one my call
it. The plans were all arranged, it was kept simple. The guests chosen,
the food organised, the music, the bridesmaids, and the best man. All
was set except for one thing, the dress. She had never been extravagant
with money, even on special occasions loving to hunt for bargains, and
feeling that special burst of pride when bringing one home. And yet this
occasion seemed to call for some higher level of meaning. She realized
she was the one who was to make the dress. That would be the biggest
bargain of all. So she set about searching for the right cloth, the
right buttons, the right advisor, and began creating her dreams.
Her
creation grew as time passed, as did the energy inside her. The silken
cloth was cream, at first sight, but under sunshine is shimmered a
million different shades. She sewed a row of petite mother of pearl
buttons from the centre of the neckline to the belly button, one
centimetre apart, exactly. The sleeves flowed to the elbows, and the cut
around the neck showed the small of her back like a ballet dancer's
leotard. The cut of the skirt of the dress, allowed her to send a circle
of silk twirling within a single spin. The bodice was not too tight and
yet seemed to adore her curves. This truly felt like a dream, and yet
every time she pinched herself the truth revealed itself.
This was no dream.
The
raindrops filtered down through the leaves, and the silence breathed
space into the energy pulsing between them. IT seemed to set the entire
forest alight with a live energy, a truly ancient one.
She
had quarelled with her mother about the location, and the inherent
risks. HEr mother always saw the potential danger in anything, even a
baby's bedtime bottle. However she was grateful for all the wisdom and
experience her mother brought to her in all fields of life. They
discussed the plans thoroughly, and teased every single knot from the
once mangled plait of organisational activity. There were to be no
gifts for the occasion, no shoes worn, and consequently no glass. Even
those with sight complications were requested to wear their contact
lenses. My darling baby cousin was to carry the wooden box, and my
grandfather was to oversee the occasion, it fitted that a celebration of
union would be run by the oldest and youngest present. No boring
speeches were allowed, and plenty of raucous dancing and laughter was to
be had!
The thing that most disturbed my mother was that there
were to be no religious or judiciary representatives present, and no
pre-nuptial agreement. My decision to rely solely upoon the ancient but
simple power of words, was not enough for her. She did not understand
the immensity of the energies passing between us.
The
shivering of the leaves in the air as the breeze breathed through the
glade, seemed to echo the strange feeling within me. That of the paths
of life being altered. We had arrived early, and the smell of my
favourite drink apple cider, drifted swiftly through my senses, and
seemed to enhance my alreadly emotionally drunk state. He sensed the
change and pulled me closer. I could feel the warmth emanating from his
hands at the small of my back as he lifted my lips to his with his
seemingly invisible strength. But only for a second before he went to
speak with the head waiter. The energy felt like it stretched a little
as the distance grew, and yet the stretch only increased the pull
between, like a coiled spring.
Tension between mother and I
grew as we came across wrinkles that we couldn't agree on. The method
of smoothing was particularly irksome. Father became involved and
although his intensions were good, no peace came from it. As always it
was my steady brother who calmed things down considerably with such
simplicity. He proposed that there be a limit of six standard drinks
B.Y.O, and a record behind the bar to ensure that guests were only
served one drink per hour.
The hour had arrived when the
guests came and I felt the sunshine emanating from us both as we
received our circle of friends between us. The small gathering was
quaint, and the tables and chairs were set out beautifully some distance
away in another little clearing. The traditional folk music mixed in
with some classical, lilted around the atmosphere, casting a certain
shade of emotion amongst us. We received many flowers and letters, and
some insisted upon donations to our charity foundation. He received it
with polite grace, although I sensed his flame of pride at our wishes
being disrespected. The presence of money was a personal insult, and yet
we said nothing.
The food came and went, the cider
smoothed our throats, and the children tumbled around in the forest
under the watchful eye of my second eldest cousin. Eventually the time
came for my youngest cousin to carry the wooden creation towards us as
we stood in the centre of the glade.
The surging, pulsing,
thunderous energy between us was imperceptible to the circle of friends
surrounding, and yet everyone understood the importance of the occasion.
My
grandfather stood at the inner edge of the circle and asked for our
words. First we whispered them to each other, and the sounds snaked
their way into my heart and shivered through my spirit. My baby cousin
opened the box and the sunshine fell through the crowns of the treetops
above, upon the silver within, and for a split second blinded all
present. Then she held up the silver chains, identical in size and
shape, and placed them in my hands. I whispered to her to go and put
them in my grandfather's hands, and she dutifully did so. The silver
with his symbol was fastened around my wrist firmly, and the silver with
my symbol encircled his wrist just as strongly. We then spoke our
whispers aloud, so that all could hear, and our twin flames of pride,
love, honour and truth blazed from within. Never before had I felt the
energy of all surrounding So strongly. The leaves and the roots of the
trees, every ant and fly in the air, the smell on the wind. My senses
were at the highest point in my life, or so I thought.
After the fourteen seconds of silence, the music swept in again, and the frivolity was enjoyable for all.
Later
that night I felt the water rush between my loins, and the tiny
butterfly sensation of a heart within. My bundle of energy was ready to
brave the world.
His timing was perfect.
... notice how i never used any name in any way shape or form.
i have had this dream many times. i wonder if it will ever come true.
all the best ine very way :)
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