~ Reflections ~
It is true of every relationship, of every sort of deep and abiding love (this includes all living things, like a cat or a dog, for instance), that for a moment, or for periods of long duration, memories and happenings, related to the life-experiences between the parties, come flooding back with a passion and clarity not ordinarily observed or felt. When these times come, and one is able to savor the moment, one can smell the smells, hear the music, or feel the grass beneath one’s feet, enhancing that time or moment, and life is good.
During this time period, a certain estrangement was making itself known, and was burrowing deeply into the mundane, which, in turn, affected the psychic connection between the Muse and I. There was, in fact, fire and ice between us, and as misunderstandings make for poisonous bed-fellows, had entered the bloodstream of attraction and awareness, making necessary decisions, on my part, to depart from this attractive and seductive presence, power and essence, which the Muse so possessed.
Sometimes pain must be embraced, the abyss accepted. Better simply to let the door open in its own time – a lesson which, for some, is harder by degree, as the natural flow comes quickly, and patience, as a virtue, is often looked at as an opposition, a barrier to be overcome, rather than flowing with the process – but lessons come, whether we wish it or no – we are obligated, at the very least, to observe these influences, mark them as happening, and to our success or failure, do we accept or reject these lessons.
During this time, and I think for the Muse and I, this particular time was very real, very personal, and the different levels of introspection for each of us, brought to bear those qualities necessary for growth; of course, one did not necessarily see this at the time in such a stoic way, but as I have said before, seemingly, every nuance had its place, the ups and downs only making the pathway clearer, pushing the debris aside.