The intensity of women
I walked through the park this morning with Loca – we had to walk fast because I got up to the Cabrini bells but then fell back asleep and woke later than usual. My thoughts were a little spacey on our walk, but suddenly I started noticing things were coming in twos – there were two ducks chasing each other playfully in front of my house on the bayou, two squirrels causing a riot in a big old oak tree, two swans gliding in tandem, and it made me smile. I had been spending my time questioning the urge to merge and formulating a plan for a life of solitaire – I would notice the lone heron, the single pelican, and myself in the reflection of the lagoon – alone and happy. Suddenly, I walk down the same path with the smell of her hair in my nostrils, the feel of her skin on my fingertips, the thought of us embraced each morning and evening in our big bed, and I feel suddenly like all of us are on Noah’s ark or should be – where two by two we flock and gather. Love is a funny thing – and the world is too as it mirrors back to you your interior condition.