Posted by Doug in Arts at 11:49 am
We met in Central Park, that much is true. Or at least, we were introduced to each other there, which counts as meeting. But it wasn’t until much, much later that we would have our first conversation, the one leading up to the moment where I realized that I was meant to study under her. I’d heard about her before our introductions, and also took some time to learn about her after the first glance, so by the time we were sitting together, and learning how to breathe from her, I was already sold that she knew some things that other people would only dream about.
So when I find myself in my hotel in Central Park, waiting to meet with her again, I see that this is a repetition that is welcome in the new year. She’s been training people to work with these kinds of energies for a few generations, and it won’t be something that goes away like sand on the edges of a boot in the rain. This is something that will continue, and I am starting to understand that the most essential lessons are those that are learned when you are walking in one direction, with the intention of learning something specific.
You are suddenly thrown in another direction, and one that you could not have predicted. This is the real meaning of desire, its hidden meaning. In the alpha and omega of the book of longing, there are chapters written from the dead to the living. There are things in this fate-line that are beyond understanding, in this life or any other. There is also another book that has been lost because of certain kinds of flooding, not related to water, which told the rest of our story, and we won’t know where it is until we get to the end, where the rose lies in the center of the four roads.
