Celeste was a criminal. No less than if she knocked over banks.
Her business card said “Sherpa”, honest to God, but there wasn’t any snow on her boots. She purported to traffic in planes even higher than Nepal though her bona fides were markedly less substantial than the atmosphere up there among the yak.
Wes copped to all of this too late and pulled the plug.
Celeste allowed it had been a blessing to shepherd Wes on his journey of self-discovery.
“Journey? You need to trade in your Book of the Dead for a dictionary. I haven’t traveled an inch.”
Love this … evocative, beckoning us into future tales of adventure and exploration. It feels like the opening words of a longer story I’d be keen to read.
Yours is beautiful. Here’s mine.
Short Haul
Celeste was a criminal. No less than if she knocked over banks.
Her business card said “Sherpa”, honest to God, but there wasn’t any snow on her boots. She purported to traffic in planes even higher than Nepal though her bona fides were markedly less substantial than the atmosphere up there among the yak.
Wes copped to all of this too late and pulled the plug.
Celeste allowed it had been a blessing to shepherd Wes on his journey of self-discovery.
“Journey? You need to trade in your Book of the Dead for a dictionary. I haven’t traveled an inch.”
A journey without moving an inch. Yep! Good one!
Thank you!!
Two Women Dancing: A Journey in 100 Steps
We set out. The road: a manuscript of lives.
You and I: present tense, imperfect aspect.
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Your breath harmonizes with the wind.
I collect it in the spaces between my ribs.
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Night unfolds its dark fabric. We walk.
Time: a shared burden, lighter for the carrying.
Our silence: heavy with unspoken languages.
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Eyes meet. Suddenly: recognition.
Not of the path, but of you.
Unfolding: like a flower in reverse video,
human blossoming from stillness.
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No traveler steps on the same path twice.
We say: No couple walks the same journey twice.
The voyage is not the road, but the continuous
translation of self into other, and back again.
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In this motion, we find our stillness.
Beautiful! “I collect it in the spaces between my ribs.” Love this, but every single word sings!
Thank you 🙏 Caro
Book ordered!
Thank you, Gloria!
Love this … evocative, beckoning us into future tales of adventure and exploration. It feels like the opening words of a longer story I’d be keen to read.