“The phrase and the day and the scene harmonized in a chord. Words. Was it their colours? He allowed them to glow and fade, hue after hue: sunrise gold, the russet and green of apple orchards, azure of waves, the grey fringed fleece of clouds. No, it was not their colours: it was the poise and balance of the period itself. Did he then love the rhythmic rise and fall of words better than their associations of legend and colour? Or was it that, being as weak of sight as he was shy of mind, he drew less pleasure from the reflection of the glowing sensible world through the prism of a language many-coloured and richly storied than from the contemplation of an inner world of individual emotions mirrored perfectly in a lucid supple periodic prose?”
Last week’s Eunoia truly hit home with many people. Not only did I get a slew of personal messages (and I’m getting to them.. I swear!) THREE people had amazing personal moments of realisation. You know I don’t have any qualms about breaking out the cane as necessary which offsets my GFD (and CGL) side too, yeah..? So I’m going to gush a moment.
I’m fucking proud of you. Seriously. One of the responses literally brought tears to my eyes because of the genuine breakthrough experienced. I’m not taking credit for this, we know we’re not doing deep therapy here, but something magical happens when you take quiet time for yourself daily. Something indescribable happens when you have someone willing to “hold space” for you to explore in.. safely, without judgement or real direction given. My reward is having those thoughts and feelings freely shared with me. You know a few weeks ago I had a grumpity grump decide to share His Oh So Serious Concerns about The Limits of Online Relationships and Frustrations. What GG doesn’t know, or hasn’t experienced yet, is that my happy harem and myself have managed to find a balance. Haven’t we? Slow, organic growth of SbE is something that seems to puzzle those numbers, monetization, likes/dislikes, CTR, and all that jazz.. because they think THAT is where the tingle comes from and could they ever be MORE wrong?
So a million and one thank yous to those who trust themselves and me enough to allow for this exploration. And kudos to my three last week/weekend that had those breakthroughs. I love your happiness. I love it.
Alright… onward with Eunoia (late, yeah, yeah..) we are going to visit a party. I will be giving disclaimers of the scenes as we go. This is a voyeuristic experience so you will not be finding yourself being milked or shared. (Now I’m wondering who is going to google how to milk a guy….) And if anyone knows of a moonlight garden worth visiting in the UK, let me know! warmly, M. E.