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Ten

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“One of your main concerns in life is having a partner, and that need may sometimes outweigh all others in your life.”

~ Pluto in the Seventh House

“For you, having a lover or close friend at all times is critical to your emotional expression, and without one you may feel emotionally sterile. Your partner will help you communicate your emotions to others, aiding you in getting across messages that you find difficult to express. The longer you pursue a relationship, the more self-aware you will become. Your partner will teach you about aspects of yourself that you did not understand and bring you to a high level of emotional self-understanding.”

~ Moon Opposition Ascendant

I watch every year as it passes.

And I count every year passed.

It’s now ten.

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Mum reminded me a few days ago that the dog is already 10; or 70 in human years, as they say.

I reckon he probably has about 2 to 4 more years with us.

He won’t be the first to leave us; but it never gets easier.

I think it will be harder this time.

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Written by The Intimate Stranger

July 31st, 2012 at 7:12 am

Every

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Ever so often, when I looked, I would find that his eyes were already on me.

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“Every day, every moment, every nanosecond, the world changes.

Electrons bump into each other and react; people collide and alter each other’s path.

Change isn’t easy. More often, it’s wrenching, and difficult.

But maybe that’s a good thing; because it’s change that makes us strong; keeps us resilient; and teaches us to evolve.”

~ Touch

 

Written by The Intimate Stranger

July 22nd, 2012 at 1:55 pm

Touch II

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I was never in danger of falling (core strength, cough).

But as I allowed my body to sway back with the moving train, it probably didn’t seem that way. (Or maybe unbeknownst to me, the commuter behind – it was a packed cabin afterall – was in danger of being hit by a falling tree. Laugh.)

He hesitated and then reached out – his left palm light against the side of my arm – until I regained my balance.

The train moved erratically again. In the stillness of those few seconds that hung between us, waiting, I reached out for his arm in response.

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In the lull of conversation, in the absence of words, when words cannot speak for our hearts, we will fill the silence with touch.

 

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Written by The Intimate Stranger

July 9th, 2012 at 11:33 pm

Touch I

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“The proportion is the same, 1 to 1.618 – over and over and over again. Patterns are hidden in plain sight, you just have to know where to look. Things most people see as chaos actually follow a subtle law of behaviour: galaxies, plants, seashells. The patterns never lie, but only some of us can see how the pieces fit together. 7,080,360,000 of us live on this tiny planet. This is the story of some of those people. There’s an ancient Chinese myth about the ‘red thread of fate’. It says that the gods have tied a red thread around everyone’s ankles and attached to all the people whose lives are destined to touch. This thread may stretch or tangle, but it will never break. It’s all been predetermined by mathematical probability and it’s my job to keep track of those numbers, to make the connections for those who need to find each other – the ones whose lives need to touch. I was born 4161 days ago, October 26, 2000, I’ve been alive for 11 years 4 months 21 days and 14 hours, and in all this time, I’ve never said a single word.”

~ Touch

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Am I your mathematical probability?

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Written by The Intimate Stranger

July 6th, 2012 at 6:42 am