What does the word intimacy stir within you? For each of us it’s probably quite different, and yet the same, with flashes of moments spent with lovers or dreams of the ones we wish had wandered into our lives to stay but didn’t. But is that what intimacy really is?
I have learned it is only a small scratch on this word’s surface.
Intimacy needs have nothing to do with physical love or desire at all. True intimacy between life partners goes much deeper than alone sex could ever take you, and often the intimacy of friendship is much healthier.
It’s something every human soul longs for at our core.
Reaching for it makes us vulnerable.
Vulnerability is terrifying, but without it, true intimacy can never be achieved.
Have you experienced true intimacy? Are you still looking for it?
I would love to hear anything about your experiences and thoughts about it in the comments below. It’s a topic I think a lot about.
I know the staircase has a landing, even when I can’t see it. There is no such thing as a staircase without a landing for staircases are meant as a road to take you up or down to ARRIVE at your destination.
Still, if I stand at the bottom and look up through the maze of curving handrails, it looks like that walkway is neverending. What a weight that perception holds…
I can feel it even when I know it can’t be true.
Perceptions, they can be so deceptive.
But that weight can be overcome by the knowledge that A staircase HAS to have an ending added to information gathered along the journey once we start the climb. Do we pass floors? Do they have numbers to tell? What information did I gather before entering the building, like how many floors are there?
By doing this, we can turn a 2-dimensional perception into a 3-dimensional prediction/map.
Don’t let the weight of perception alone crush you. Reach out, look around, and ask for help.
Safety is something we all look for and when we find it we hold on with abandon. But is safety always, safe? Too quickly it can become complacency and compliance becomes stagnant, eating away at us as below, rotting our foundations.
What protects can become a cage if we are not careful.
What preserves that balance?
The knowledge that sometimes it’s better to let go than to hold on. Vigilance, and an open ear, waiting for the words.
“It’s time to move.”
I don’t always hear them on time, often I even ignore them.
Listen to the crowning leaves Their glory days proceed with ease, The wind gives to them a voice. They shout, with shaking leaves, rejoice. First time snow has run away Autumn has another day.
Leaves of gold shimmering shine Their dying days a heaven shrine They do not weep as down they fall They lay their royal carpet for all And all can play in piles of gold Rich or poor, young or old.
Soon their gold will turn to brown But in their cries there is no frown It’s well known they’ve earned their rest A golden crown marks them as blessed The first time snow has come and gone So autumn sings us one last song.