Today was one of those days where I awoke cloaked by a veil of pain and suffering unable to see the truest essence of love. And then the phone rang. Two beautiful women in my life, two of many, but not too many, for one can never have too many beautiful (beauty-full) women in one's life. Oh... back to the story... and I was invited on a luncheon date to The Underground Cafe, 70 Arthur Street, Winnipeg, MB, Canada. Soon after our date, I felt that that truest essence of love was peaking through that veil. I bow down in gratitude for both these women, reminding me of that which was forgotten. A shared embrace and we parted ways. As I strolled the streets of the Exchange District through the corner of my eye a photo of love framed. A woman, sitting with herself, a book in one hand, a "life choice" in the other, the sun beaming down upon her, I veered down this back alley. I explained to her that I could see the love made visible and wished for a photo. She warmly agreed. A deep breath in, a deep breath out, embracing the full present experience of love... and snap. As I put my camera away, she shared that this was not the first time a moment such as this occurred. Coincidence, I feel not. Love is visible, always, and in all ways.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Cloaked by a Veil
Today was one of those days where I awoke cloaked by a veil of pain and suffering unable to see the truest essence of love. And then the phone rang. Two beautiful women in my life, two of many, but not too many, for one can never have too many beautiful (beauty-full) women in one's life. Oh... back to the story... and I was invited on a luncheon date to The Underground Cafe, 70 Arthur Street, Winnipeg, MB, Canada. Soon after our date, I felt that that truest essence of love was peaking through that veil. I bow down in gratitude for both these women, reminding me of that which was forgotten. A shared embrace and we parted ways. As I strolled the streets of the Exchange District through the corner of my eye a photo of love framed. A woman, sitting with herself, a book in one hand, a "life choice" in the other, the sun beaming down upon her, I veered down this back alley. I explained to her that I could see the love made visible and wished for a photo. She warmly agreed. A deep breath in, a deep breath out, embracing the full present experience of love... and snap. As I put my camera away, she shared that this was not the first time a moment such as this occurred. Coincidence, I feel not. Love is visible, always, and in all ways.
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3 comments:
I like how you called it a life's choice in her hand...cause you know everyone is in charge of themselves.
Yes, what would we do without Olivia... wise beyond her years.
She reminds me of my sister.
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