Sunday, April 22, 2012

Sun-Bathed In Love

A true story:



It was a long hot summer. Longer than usual considering the days, minutes, no seconds! were being counted down after each passing moment until she could see him again. He had left on a quest through loblolly pines of South Carolina and ruthless underbrush. She eventually departed for Manteo, North Carolina where deer flies welcomed you with open jaws and wildfires were spreading throughout the National Forests. It was a beautiful part of the coast, on an island full of memorable sunsets and rewarding opportunities. But those are other stories. This story recounts a boy whole loves a girl, simple as that. This is the story about when he tells her that he loves her, but it won't go as far as that moment. The story ends on the dock above.

And it begins at the Nature Play Corps headquarters, the Friends of Elizabeth Guesthouse six weeks after he he left and between a handful of letters. She was leaving for Germany in just a couple of weeks, and she knew he would be receiving a week off soon. Timing was crucial in order to catch him in the narrow window of opportunity. But he told her that he was trying to make it work, though on her end it seemed impossible they would see one another before the summer's end, several weeks away.

She was pushing through the day, frustrated at all the work ahead and inevitably through a tormenting, long night. And as she worked his smile lingered in the back of her mind. A friend of hers informed her that there was something left on her windshield. Even though it was not possible, her stomach turned at the thought that it might be a ticket of some kind. When she arrived there was a manila envelope slipped under the wipers with her name on it. Taking it out and suspiciously opening it up there were a few large puzzle pieces, a compass, and a note inside. The instructions asked not to put the pieces together until all of them were collected, and that there were other folders hidden downtown.

So she nervously took off. He had obviously planned this out for her but she wanted to know how, and more importantly what was at the end of the hunt. The first clue took her to a tree behind the restaurant of a hotel along the water. She wandered until she saw the 2nd envelope taped on a high branch. Without realization of the interested dinner guests inside (most of which were in their late years), she climbed up the tree, retrieved the envelope, and read the next clue. It asked her to go to a bar she frequented while in Manteo called Poor Richard's. Once there she was to ask for a "Mrs. Police Officer." Smiling to herself (and all the dinner guests watching), she jumped down from the tree and began to head off when she heard knocking on the restaurant windows. All of the window-adjacent customers were looking out and holding up their arms to ask, "Who is it?" Without any other way to communicate back she thought for a moment, smiled, then placed her hands to her chest to make a heart over where hers would be. The men and women began to cheer and waving their hands urging her to continue her hunt.

Sitting at Poor Richard's and sipping on her "Mrs. Police Officer" she wondered which Nature Play friend she would need to reimburse for the drink that he had planned for her. He was working in the woods, he told her there was no time to visit soon. She drank with the 3rd clue in her hands. People had begun to recognize her simply because she carried these envelopes that they presumably had seen being taped up or delivered. They asked her to come back and tell them what treasure the final clue led to. She agreed and quickly finished her drink to head on for the 4th clue. He asked her to go toward the pier where the lighthouse stood, and where she would find the clue beneath her bum. While she headed toward the pier, she thought to herself how excited she was that even though they were so far apart he would go through so much trouble to put this scavenger hunt together. As exciting as the scavenger hunt was, it still made her sad that he wouldn't be there at the end for her to kiss and hold like all of her daydreams desired. It made her miss him all the more, and a piece of her ached a little stronger.

Hidden beneath a bench on the backside of the pier, the 4th clue told her to look south and begin walking toward a bed of flowers. Using the compass she turned where it guided as South, which led her into the ocean. A witty girl, she assumed that perhaps the only way to go was back down the boardwalk. Seeking a flowerbed, she could not find where the clue asked her to go. Transfixed in contemplation she almost didn't notice someone running toward her from down the other side of the boardwalk. She realized that it was him who was racing toward her!  Grinning as he turned the corner of the boardwalk and neared her, she felt plastered to the ground in shock and pure excitement. It was not until the last few seconds that she was able to take a few steps toward him until he was there, sweeping her up into his arms. They twirled from the impact of the embrace that had 6 weeks of absence from each other fueling it. Finally she stood in his arms and he dipped her and kissed her. "You're here." was all she could muster as she fought back the tears. And she wanted to keep him there forever. It was one of those "no one else in the world" moments when time sped up and held back at the same time.

And this is where this story ends. There was one more clue she still had to find, that only he could take her to, until the puzzle was completed. 


Thursday, December 1, 2011

Classic moves that still work

Flowers picked are far more cherished than flowers bought.

If picking a girl flowers ever goes out of style then I will take that as one of the first signs that love is out of shape and a tad overweight from all the chocolates. And probably the world is slowly sinking into dark matter.

Sunday, October 30, 2011

The Thing With Love

When I use to be single, in and out of the dating scene but never really committing, I use to think it was better to go alone. Late in high school I made a plan sprung from passion and naivety that nothing, especially a boy, would prevent me from traveling after college to pursue some type of service work or explore. This plan allowed me to believe that I needed to emotionally detach myself from anyone that might have an inkling to pursue me. Obviously you can imagine I became sick of that every now and again. Looking back on each guy I have had some sort of connection with I see a different person in myself. I never allowed myself to be who I was, afraid of attachment and ultimately I feared that regret of leaving someone to travel would prevent me from living what I felt was meant for me.

So I went. Quite a few years. Camp introduced me to others who love to pack a bag and take off into the world for just a few days or several years. Slowly the possibility of someone out there that loved picking up and leaving as much as I did was out there. But I remained skeptical, and envied those who were updating with pictures of exotic creatures and stories of blurred cultural boundaries. I met Joel and Marianna, whom have been traveling the country and the world together with their two adopted sons for years. They are a love story that is riding the currents of a river; they flow together in whatever meandering direction they are lead.

I kept on. I secretly wondered if love would ever be around the next corner or adventure but always kicking myself for watching too many romantic comedies. One year, two years, three. It never did. Hopes flew away and I gripped tighter to my Thailand dreams of new species and conservation efforts. Science and nature are the only lovers a girl really needs. I drove myself deeper into books and self-exploration. It was a time in life that I will never regret happening. But at times, it was lonely.

You see, the thing with love is that it is always there. I know this now. It is always in us and waiting for the right person. I think sometimes I misunderstood and tried to love, but somewhere in me knew that it was never right. The thing with love, is that even if we are not it is patient.

When I first met him there weren't sparks or immediate witty banter that allowed us to stay up all night by the fire at the Red River Gorge that brisk, early fall evening. There were climbing jokes, conversations about farting, and promises of baked goods for finishing a can of beanie weanies. Nothing happened for a couple of months and I found myself feeling more and more like a dork in front of him in Geospatial lab as time passed. It was 3 months after meeting until our first "date" but we know through all of it Love had at last found that person that first weekend.

You see the thing with love is that when it becomes real you discover that that person does not take from your dreams but only makes them more fathomable. After school we are planning to move...to Southeast Asia. Knowing he will be with me and taking the same steps with me is far more comforting than I ever thought. I always said maybe I would find someone like this to go with me but shrugged my shoulders afterwards with doubt in regards to that reality.

This is something I would definitely urge any person to wait for. Each moment leaves me aching for another at the end of the day. I have learned his smiles and dreams, and finding myself wanting to be that reason he smiles and the prime supporter of his goals.

He is the sun that heats up the earth, the rain that cools the ground, the stars that guide the wanderer, the core that forms the landscape, and the breeze that carries the seeds and fallen leaves. We are the prose and love is our poetry.

I have to laugh at that last paragraph :)

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

"So Are You To Me"

As the music at the banquet
As the wine before the meal
As the firelight in the night
So are you to me

As the ruby in the setting
As the fruit upon the tree
As the wind blows over the plains
So are you to me

As the wind blows over the plains
So are you to me
So are you to me

-Peter Bradley Adams

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

I feel like a little train on big railroad tracks

The mind plays tricks. Silly how it does that.


Distance doesn't cause the heart to falter when it is right.


The last two statements aren't related.

Saturday, June 4, 2011

3rd week marker

Okay...so yea, three weeks have gone by since I hugged Daniel goodbye, turned to watch him head off into his car, and listened to that leaf blower engine fade as he headed up camp road. I know when compared to people who do no see their spouses for a year or even two, three weeks is not that long.

But...it's still quite a large chunk of time.

AND...it's less than 25% of the way through.

I never foresaw myself having this issue, but I probably should add that this is a peak (probably one of a few I will have) of sitting in introverted dramatic agony just wanting to give him a hug.

Geesh I am such a girl.

Between the hand-written letters, occasional Skype talks, and random texts I have been doing fine. And will go back to doing fine. This is a release of emotion that has reached an apex.

Yeah...everything's good now.

Monday, May 16, 2011

He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

by William Butler Yeats

I am learning so much. And I can share what I learn with such a great person. I feel like "great" is a term I use when I just have no better adjective to use, or creative explanation. He left for a summer job this morning and the next time we see each other will be in August. He is not hours upon hours away but he is in the woods for several weeks at a time. So I am to carry on with my summer and all its adventures, anxiously awaiting Fall but not to miss out on all the wonders of each day.

Bah. Here is another poem:

As stars begin to reflect in your eyes

Like they would if in a placid pond sheltered by alpine forest,

But we are only in a park underneath an efflorescing birch.

And as the sun slumbers beneath mountain silhouettes

My hear pushes on into the dusk, seeking for exploration.

It beats heavily with questions.

Tonight moonbeams rest in your hair.

I blanket you with my body, and

Notice how your eyes acutely connect with mine

As if they depended on them for breath, for life.

I feel as though we have intertwined and have become interconnected.

We are an intricate ecosystem,

Relying on one force and energy to provide for the other.

A query approaches which my hearts finds new

Its explorations have not taken it here

Since the world was much simpler with adolescence.

When it seemed one-dimensional

As if I could draw the pieces of my life on a sheet of paper.

My heart became saturated with questions on love.

Does it come together from pieces placed over time?

Or is it a single entity; always there and only trying to break through the surface

As a new shoot once it is strong enough to directly connect with the sun’s rays

Is love like a mellow breeze sweeping through blossoming magnolias

While the sun’s kiss on my neck lures my soul

Into a tranquil elation for the majesty of the earth.

Is being enamored like the incessant conversations of a brook,

Always bubbling whispers and new stories each day.

Can I hear love the way I do a songbird’s voice in early morning?

Is it as tangible as petals on my skin,

Or raindrops permeating my hair?

Or is love set apart from the rest of its kind?

An owl and be termed an owl but no two are the same

There is only one kind of love shared between two.

And if love is whatever we can shape it to be,

Then I want ours to instill doubt in others regarding their love,

That it is not as tuned and equally shared as ours.

Does love form as rocks do?

The eldest sages of the earth,

Perfect and molded by weathering.

They have stood against pressures of change and time.

When is the right moment to tell someone you love him.

To say I am unsure about many things

But this is the one question I can answer:

That I need you, I desire you, and when I look into your eyes

I don’t only see reflections of stars

But a future that lasts as long as you will keep me.