to visit us.
There are no words to describe a moment that seemed to hang forever as if it existed outside of time in some place of its own. There is nothing I could ever say or write to give that time justice, but it will forever linger in my memory. It is one of those things that makes you believe in magic, and it makes the word seem wide and wonderful again. The fireflies themselves, in this time of year, seemed magical enough. There was more to it than that, though. That was only the beginning of this wonderful night.
I don't know what his vision was, but I do know what mine was. It was a happy vision, and it was one that gives me hope for my own future life. The image of the brown eyed boy holding my hand while we walked through the wagon rows toward the fires still brings a smile to my lips. I did not see the face of this boy child, but I knew that he was my child. I will be a mother one day. I do want a family. I wish the same things other women want, of course. I wan a mate and children. I want to hear the laughter of those children, and I wish to hear the laughter of that Mate. I am simply not in such a hurry to have those things that I grasp at every man that smiles in my direction. I am not mated to the idea of having a mate that I grow desperate. The Skies have this all worked out, and they will bring it to be as it pleases them. Until then I will continue to do as I have done. I will build my life, my happiness, my self confidence. If I am not happy without this mate in my life, then I can't be happy even with him. Happiness comes from within ourselves, and we share it with those we are with. Happiness cannot be given by someone else. Those that think it can are going to forever find themselves disappointed. It doesn't matter. The stars danced with us this night, and I saw the brown eyed boy in my vision. My life will be a good one. I am sure of that now.
“What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset.”
There are no words to describe a moment that seemed to hang forever as if it existed outside of time in some place of its own. There is nothing I could ever say or write to give that time justice, but it will forever linger in my memory. It is one of those things that makes you believe in magic, and it makes the word seem wide and wonderful again. The fireflies themselves, in this time of year, seemed magical enough. There was more to it than that, though. That was only the beginning of this wonderful night.
I don't know what his vision was, but I do know what mine was. It was a happy vision, and it was one that gives me hope for my own future life. The image of the brown eyed boy holding my hand while we walked through the wagon rows toward the fires still brings a smile to my lips. I did not see the face of this boy child, but I knew that he was my child. I will be a mother one day. I do want a family. I wish the same things other women want, of course. I wan a mate and children. I want to hear the laughter of those children, and I wish to hear the laughter of that Mate. I am simply not in such a hurry to have those things that I grasp at every man that smiles in my direction. I am not mated to the idea of having a mate that I grow desperate. The Skies have this all worked out, and they will bring it to be as it pleases them. Until then I will continue to do as I have done. I will build my life, my happiness, my self confidence. If I am not happy without this mate in my life, then I can't be happy even with him. Happiness comes from within ourselves, and we share it with those we are with. Happiness cannot be given by someone else. Those that think it can are going to forever find themselves disappointed. It doesn't matter. The stars danced with us this night, and I saw the brown eyed boy in my vision. My life will be a good one. I am sure of that now.
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