Heart-Shaped:
As
I continue to watch the clouds drifting above, I notice one cloud in
particular that resembles the form we commonly call heart-shaped.
That focus triggers a question, “Why is this particular shape
called heart-shaped?” It
takes a long stretch of one’s imagination to fill the gap between the
form we refer to as heart-shaped and the actual shape of a physical,
human heart. I ponder
upon how that particular shape took on its meaning.
In my space of gratitude, I decide to ask God, The Universe, my
Higher Self, or whatever you choose to call “The Source of All That
Is,” to provide an answer to my question.
As
a result of my silently stated intention, the words that drift through
my mind include the following:
“Dear God, thank you for giving me a broader view of what
caused a non-heart-shape to become known as heart-shaped.” I don’t really expect a voice to echo out of the
heavens and shake the nearby buildings as it conveys the answer to me,
so I just let that thought drift away with the heart-shaped cloud.
By
now, I’m wise enough to know that the Universe works in mysterious
ways so I shouldn’t have been surprised when about ten minutes later,
I notice the answer to my prayer kneeling on the restaurant floor not
ten feet away. Did I
not just open myself to “a
broader view of what caused a non-heart-shape to become known as
heart shaped?”
I
laugh at my own words as I watch one of the two attractive young women
at a nearby table.
She has dropped something and is now kneeling on the floor and
reaching under the table for the lost item.
She
is kneeling with her feet away from me and her head toward me.
Her derriere, wrapped in tight blue slacks, is high in the air
and her head is very close to the floor when I notice that her broad
hips, her slender waist and the cleavage of her rear end create an
almost exact picture of what we commonly refer to as heart-shaped.
I stare in amazement and then start laughing to myself.
If
a goddess were bowing before me and offering herself to me for my
pleasure, what picture would I see?
I would see a vision similar to that which is right now kneeling
before my eyes. Would
not this sight and the anticipation of the joys to follow make my heart
beat faster? If I
were a kind and gentle man would not thoughts of love and gratitude fill
my mind?
How
might I symbolically and visually portray those feelings?
One way would be in the form of a visual silhouette of what my
eyes are presently perceiving. Of course, the sight of a woman bowing before her man
are from days long gone. Such
sights date back to well before the days of old when knights were brave
an bold and damsels not so brazen -- back to that time when a
women, being under the authority of her man, might commonly bow before
him as he, in turn, bowed before God.
As
I watch, it becomes obvious that the young woman is having difficulty
reaching the dropped item, so I, as a knight not so old, put on a small
piece of my shining ‘amour’ and get up to offer my assistance.
She graciously accepts my offer of service, and so I slide the
table away from the hedge, and then tilt the container of a large potted
tree as she retrieves her lost item from beneath its far corner.
From my very close proximity to the
goddess kneeling before me, the vision
of the heart-shape becomes anchored in my mind.
She
gets up with a broad smile and expresses words of gratitude that fill me
with great joy. She
says, “I wish there were a way to repay you for your kindness. That ring you helped to retrieve was a gift from my
grandmother.”
I
respond with, “My friend, you’ve already repaid me for my kindness.
The sight of you kneeling on the floor has inspired a piece for
the book I’m currently writing.”
She
responds with interest and says, “Would you care to join us and to
explain that inspiration.”
I gladly accept and spend the next half hour explaining, first my
version of heart-shape, second, my capacity and position as a writer,
and then even the topic of the book itself.
I’m amazed at what’s happening and at the positive response
I’m receiving.
First
of all, I’m presently having a lively conversation with two very
sexually attractive women, both of whom were strangers only a short
while ago, and not only that, in an unassuming and socially acceptable
way, we are talking about sexual sharing in the CLI Circle context.
What
I find even more surprising is their enthusiastic response.
They request a copy of my book and offer to pay me for it now, to
be delivered when written. When
I decline their offer of money, they still give me mailing addresses and
two phone numbers and request that I contact them as soon as the book is
available. I agree to do so and give each of them one of my
business cards.
All
too soon, the conversation ends, the women are off to their day’s
events, and I sit back and reflect on what has just occurred.
I marvel that my participation in the creation of this one book
has already made such a significant impact on my life.
The book is still in the early stages of being written and yet,
it’s already the focal point out of which I have created my growing
relationship with Jezebel, my fantastic CLIC experiences, the potential
economic windfall that the book will most certainly generate for me, a
whole new way of relating to the world, and God only knows what else.
All this has come out of a simple agreement to write a book,
which, by the way, I love doing.
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