Saturday, October 10, 2009
The Gypsy King and Me
I am here, by the sea, because of many things. Patience. Faith. Fortitude. Learning the hard lessons of listening to my own instincts, regardless of outer contradictions. Above all, allowing my true self to rise to the fore. This being by the sea is a story long in the making. Yet, it has only just begun.
You will find very few references in my previous five hundred something posts to the long-in-the-making part of this story. I can be quite private in my transparency. But for more than 2 and a half years, it has been there, this story. It has shaped me, filled me, and burned me to the ground. It is a love story beyond even my own imaginings. It is, however, not easy.
But who said love is easy? It is the hardest thing to do in the world on some days. Even sunny days by the sea. Make no mistake, my phoenix feathers have been sopped by tears now and again amid the scads of gold around my neck while dining at a palace, amid the bear hugs ( he is a bear), amid the body-guard protection while weaving through Istanbul crowds, amid the cultural differences between the Gypsy King and me. Tears. During the adventure of a lifetime.
Each tear is discussed at length and each discussion leads me deeper into understanding- of myself and how ready for love I really am. Not small, cautious love, not skim-the-surface love, but love as deep as the sea. The Gypsy King and me.