"I will learn what you teach and do the best that I can."
So Raven has a boyfriend. It seems like a regular, everyday thing but its not. Not for Raven. The last boyfriend she had was from college, more than six years ago. She was a different person then in a completely different mindset. Now here she was at 28 years old with no idea of how to carry herself in this relationship. Of course her friends were filled with dos and don'ts, but she had listened to their bitterness and complaints for years and was more than weary of any advice they had to give.
Malcolm was a good guy. A strong, silent type with this amazing smile. And Raven adored him. They had known each other for a while, then one night their was a spark and everything changed between them. The beginning had been so intense that Raven hadn't had time to think and panic about the prospect of being in a relationship.
It wasn't even really that she was afraid of the commitment. Raven was into Malcolm, she wanted them to get closer, and could easily see herself falling in love with him. But Raven was afraid that she didn't know how to be a girlfriend. The dates, the hand holding, the invasion of private space, the openness, the trust, the sacrifice. The meeting of the parents. All of these things scared her.
But whenever she was with Malcolm, Raven knew she had to try. She knew he was worth it. And she knew that these were issues and fears she would have to get over in order to live her life.
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Monday, August 9, 2010
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
tell me it's real
"If you and I were meant to be, you would know. It would show by the end of the song."
It was apparent to Raven that the party was about to end. The servers had stopped restocking the food platters, the coat check line was getting long, and the DJ was only playing slow tunes. For Raven, this was one of the best Halloween parties she'd attended, at least since turning 25. Most people were in costume. The decorations were spirited but not over the top. There were no weird "bobbing for apples" type of activities. She was having a great time.
The DJ started playing one of her favorite songs. A slow, bluesy tune at least a decade old. Raven subconsciously started swaying to the song, which must have been the invitation for the unknown man to take her hand. The guy held her hand firmly and led her onto the dance floor. A small rush of excitement filled Raven when the man started dancing with her, but she brushed the feeling aside. After all she had a few glasses of wine in her and this was a great song.
But as the dance continued, Raven couldn't help but to let that feeling of excitement rush back inside. By midway through the song, her feet were tingling, her heart was racing. Raven finally stopped fighting the feeling, moved in closer to the man, and rested her head on his shoulder. The man immediately wrapped his arms tighter around her. Raven was surprised yet pleased to find that his heart was racing to.
And so they danced. The song didn't seem long enough. It seemed to end unexpectedly to Raven, even though she knew the song so well. She didn't want to let go of this man but without music there was no reason to cling to him. She stepped back and looked up into a pair of warm eyes. She imagined the passion she found there was probably a mirror of her own.
Raven didn't know his name, or what he did, or where he was from, or what kind of life he had led. But she knew something beautiful was about to happen.
It was apparent to Raven that the party was about to end. The servers had stopped restocking the food platters, the coat check line was getting long, and the DJ was only playing slow tunes. For Raven, this was one of the best Halloween parties she'd attended, at least since turning 25. Most people were in costume. The decorations were spirited but not over the top. There were no weird "bobbing for apples" type of activities. She was having a great time.
The DJ started playing one of her favorite songs. A slow, bluesy tune at least a decade old. Raven subconsciously started swaying to the song, which must have been the invitation for the unknown man to take her hand. The guy held her hand firmly and led her onto the dance floor. A small rush of excitement filled Raven when the man started dancing with her, but she brushed the feeling aside. After all she had a few glasses of wine in her and this was a great song.
But as the dance continued, Raven couldn't help but to let that feeling of excitement rush back inside. By midway through the song, her feet were tingling, her heart was racing. Raven finally stopped fighting the feeling, moved in closer to the man, and rested her head on his shoulder. The man immediately wrapped his arms tighter around her. Raven was surprised yet pleased to find that his heart was racing to.
And so they danced. The song didn't seem long enough. It seemed to end unexpectedly to Raven, even though she knew the song so well. She didn't want to let go of this man but without music there was no reason to cling to him. She stepped back and looked up into a pair of warm eyes. She imagined the passion she found there was probably a mirror of her own.
Raven didn't know his name, or what he did, or where he was from, or what kind of life he had led. But she knew something beautiful was about to happen.
Monday, December 14, 2009
12 Days of Christmas
"On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me..."
Love. When you ask most people, its what the season is about. An inspiring, joyful love that swells the heart, warms the spirit, and soothes the soul. A love that is endless. And a real love, not an effortless adoration or a fleeting obsession. A lasting, arduous relationship. A relationship that is challenged by its very intensity. That is as full of trials as it is triumph. But the kind of love you can't imagine your life without. The love that radiates from the laughter of children, the doting eyes of a parent, the touch of a lover's hand. The love that swept this world with such amazing grace.
Giving. Its what the season has come to be. Its what we expect of others. And I am the first to admit that giving is a large part of Christmas. But its not about giving expensive gifts. Its about the gift of self. Taking the time to think of the people you love. Sacrificing the money and energy you would have spent on yourself to brighten someone else's day. Taking the time to send a card to a long-lost friend, to lovingly wrap a gift, or to make a grand meal.
Today starts the twelve days of Christmas. Twelve days which I will reflect on what Christmas is, what I want it to be, what it should be. I hope you do the same.
Love. When you ask most people, its what the season is about. An inspiring, joyful love that swells the heart, warms the spirit, and soothes the soul. A love that is endless. And a real love, not an effortless adoration or a fleeting obsession. A lasting, arduous relationship. A relationship that is challenged by its very intensity. That is as full of trials as it is triumph. But the kind of love you can't imagine your life without. The love that radiates from the laughter of children, the doting eyes of a parent, the touch of a lover's hand. The love that swept this world with such amazing grace.
Giving. Its what the season has come to be. Its what we expect of others. And I am the first to admit that giving is a large part of Christmas. But its not about giving expensive gifts. Its about the gift of self. Taking the time to think of the people you love. Sacrificing the money and energy you would have spent on yourself to brighten someone else's day. Taking the time to send a card to a long-lost friend, to lovingly wrap a gift, or to make a grand meal.
Today starts the twelve days of Christmas. Twelve days which I will reflect on what Christmas is, what I want it to be, what it should be. I hope you do the same.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
it's gonna be love
"It's gonna be more than I can take."
She feels the fall
It is Terrifying
She fears the rapid descent
With no guarantees
And no hand to hold
It is Exciting
She smiles as the pit deepens
Anticipating his touch
She leans into the freefall
It is Uncontrollable
There is no bottom
The fall will not stop
She feels the fall
It is Terrifying
She fears the rapid descent
With no guarantees
And no hand to hold
It is Exciting
She smiles as the pit deepens
Anticipating his touch
She leans into the freefall
It is Uncontrollable
There is no bottom
The fall will not stop
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