Memoir…Intersection

Catherine

Do you remember the first time you saw me?  

I don’t remember the very first time I actually saw you but I remember the first moment I felt an attraction to you.  You were conducting a sub-meeting and interjecting  your enthusiasm to inspire the group.  My first thought was “what an absolute goof”!  But there was something sweet and whimsical about your approach.  I thought….I wondered… were you untethered?  Your blond locks, the way your eyes squint and your lips curl when you smile.  The slight imperfection of your teeth and the softness of your hazel eyes.  I felt a tingle.

The human “intersection” is an emotional flicker of flint sparking the flame which marries fire to wax…illuminating space.  Does it shed a glowing, mystical light on the pulse of desire or a flashlight focusing on what is to come?  Why does it take years to know?

What draws two people together? Is the attraction only on a physical level or something more?  Whatever the roadways are that merge  two soul together driving them to intersect, we cannot resist.  If only the directional signs along the way would truly tell what the coming miles will bring.  Does this highway sound familiar to you?

 

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  • stg62

    The first time I saw her she did nothing more than simply deliver THE most striking radiant beauty I’d ever seen straight into an otherwise typically drab conference room on a typically uneasy Monday morning. Could red fire possibly look better inside of such pristine perfect navy blue? The pretended coolness, my only defense.

    But the first time I NOTICED her was after work in an otherwise typically sterile happy hour where the “still waters” on my surface were being fiercely challenged by the raging current beneath, mixing fear and exhilaration; steeping it with profound attraction.

    She gave me permission to ask. She gave me inspiration to write.

    But the waters of the love take many years to carve out the real river bed of life. And no matter what we think, we can never predict the course those waters will eventually carve. We try to ride out the dangerous rapids bravely. But through so much of the journey we end up falling blindly into the stupid trap of taking for granted the long, bland stretches of otherwise wonderful calm. This is what fills so much of the space called reality that exists between those moments of unmatched exhilaration.

    Why does life have a way of nudging us off this bubbling, scenic and sometimes treacherous course, only to coax us instead into what turns out to be a stagnant pool called regret.