She holds out both hands and opens first one, "Love" and then the other "Passion."
I splutter outraged at such a shitty choice wanting to slap her. The inner three-year-old stamps her foot and cries WON'T reaching greedily for both. But there will be none of that.
That is the place of first resistance. I stop. Pull back and pout for a couple days. That choice constantly looming, working somewhere deep in my subconscious. Why would the peeps put such an ugly choice before me? How can one possibly choose between them?
I try to envision a relationship based wholly in love but lacking passion. How is that different from deep friendships or family? Instead I imagine a relationship based wholly in passion but lacking love. Satisfying in the moment, but lacking the essence that pastes two people together.
I come to a place where I am ready to choose one, to reach out and take it. But at the last minute I stop and reconsider drawing my hand back slowly. I cannot choose. I rest my aching head in my hand. The urge to cry is strong. A loud sigh escapes my lips. Impossible.
Her arm slides around me as she hunkers down beside me. I look up and into her eyes. Penetrating the mysteries I find there. The tight place of my thoughts expands and I catch breath. Expands again.
The question was not posed to torment me, but to make me think on the subject. I understand that I have been operating in the place of passion and not that of love for the last two years. It is time to bring the balance back. Then maybe that thing I want will sashay into my life.
Excellent pix, writing, presentation! Looking at it as a Gemini, of course. : > Not the mysterious and watery cancer. xoxox
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