Samara loved her little paper boats. She always wondered why but could find no logical answer for it. Floating her boats down the Kaimarama River and watching them disappear gave her immense joy. Her friends found it strange that in the era of technology in the year 2018, Sam still loved making and floating her paper boats. But the little seven year old found it magical and would say a silent prayer that her boats were safe somewhere. Perhaps someday she would discover where they ended up.
Now and then Dejuan felt a tug and raced to a little sheltered nook along the River Piedra. There the nine year old would wait and watch as little paper boats suddenly appeared in the serene waters. He often wondered where they came from and hoped that someday he would find the owner of these little boats. He collected all of them and placed them in a little wooden box in his father's shed.
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It was the Spring of 1782 and Elizavita and Kuzma were glad the harsh Winter was finally over. The snow had started to melt and there were large puddles everywhere. While the other children jumped in and out of the puddles, Eli and Kuz would play with their favourite toys.
Eli would watch as Kuz deftly created little paper boats. "He is so clever", she would say to herself. Then he would hand her the boats and she would run to the other side of the puddle floating them one by one to Kuz. The sound of their laughter could be heard for hours.
The little ten year olds found great joy in this happy pastime and in each other's company. Both vowed they would be friends forever.
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Wooden boxes fascinated Madhava so he was absolutely delighted when his father handed him an old wooden box for his twentieth birthday. Madhava wondered what was inside it but he wanted to open it with his special friend Meera and waited for her to arrive. Madhava and Meera were inseparable. It was like they had a cosmic bond that was unshakable.
Eighteen year old Meera wanted to buy something special for Madhava's birthday. She wandered in and out of shops trying to find something that would light up his eyes. But try as she would she just couldn't settle on anything. She wandered into a roadside cafe to quench her thirst when she heard the strains of a bansuri (flute). She felt a strange sensation in her heart as if it called out to her. Meera ran towards the sound until she found the source of it. Bansuri clutched in her hand she ran home to get ready and prayed that Madhava would like her unusual gift.
The year 2185 had been special for Meera. It was the year she met Madhava on her eighth birthday. He was her brother Arjun's friend. From the first moment, Meera knew that Madhava was someone special for her but Madhava was a popular boy and he had no time for little Meera or at least pretended not to. Each night little Meera would pray "Hey Kanha, I know he's the one, but when will he know I'm the one"? And Madhava would lie under the stars and think of his little Meera and smile to himself.
Meera ran all the way to the beach where Madhava was waiting for her. "Hey Kanha", she prayed all the way "Please let him like my gift". With a tinge of apprehension she handed him her nicely wrapped gift. His face was expressionless as he tore off the paper and then he put it to one side and brought out the box. Meera's eyes were teary and she felt a sad tug at her heart but he was so excited about the box, so she hid her sadness and smiled at him. "I want you to open the box Meera" he said and handed it to her.
Slowly she lifted the lid and her eyes opened up in wonder. Tucked away neatly within the box were little paper boats. Spontaneously she cried "My paper boats" and then wondered what had got into her. She turned away confused and embarrassed for they were really his not hers. As she walked away to regain her composure, she heard the sound of the bansuri. Slowly she turned in amazement. Madhava and his bansuri were happily playing a little tune. "You know how to play?" she asked surprised. Madhava nodded. "Since when?" she enquired. "I've known all along" he said with a twinkle in his eye and a smile on his face.
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Elizavita - Promise of God
Kuzma - Harmony, Universe
Dejuan - God is Merciful
Samara - watched over by God
Madhava - another name for Lord Krishna (Kanha)
Meera - was a devotee of Lord Krishna
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Few days ago as I was listening to some instrumental music, this story took shape in my mind.
It was inspired by the song "Somewhere my love - Lara's Theme" from the movie Dr Zhivago.
The quiet facade of the palace entrance was deceptive. For inside there was turmoil of all kinds ...
Princess Jodha sat in front of the idol of her Lord Krishna with tears in her eyes. Today was her wedding day but unlike other brides, Jodha dreaded the moment her hand would be placed into the hand of her groom. "Why Kanha, have you chosen this fate for me" she asked sadly. "Why Kanha? Why? Why? Why is my fate linked with the man I hate the most" she enquired as if by asking she could change the outcome.
Emperor Akbar sat in his royal tent. A smug look on his face. Princess Jodha was his prize for winning the war against the Rajput kingdom of Amer. The most beautiful princess in Hindustan was going to be his bride. He was the envy of all. Akbar had a gleam in his eye for he was going to make her pay for all the anguish the Rajputs had caused him. He couldn't wait to see her. She was merely a thing for him and he had to own her.
Jodha watched her groom. He looked arrogant and his manner seemed crude. There was an air of conquering in his demeanour. She had heard that he had this irksome habit of toying with his conquests before he brutally decapitated them, an unfeeling and arrogant warrior. But she did admit that he looked dynamic and regal and there was a majestic countenance about him. She wanted to hate him with every breath but something stirred within her heart, a sensation she could not understand. But her mind was stubborn. Hate him she would. And yet when she placed her hand in his it felt warm, reassuring and familiar. She looked at him covertly and was startled to find her eyes rivetted with his, mesmerised and filled with awe. There was something about him she could see but at that point could not fathom.
Akbar entered his royal tent, This was the night he would make her pay dearly. She had better be ready for the anger he was about to unleash on her. Jodha sat on the bed. Rivers flowed from the pools in her eyes. Her fate had been sealed. Akbar advanced menacingly towards her a sneer on his face. But something stopped him in his tracks. The sight of Jodha crying tugged at his heart. This fearless and greatly feared, heartless, barbaric warrior and king suddenly felt her anguish. It was a strange sensation and the Emporer was confused.
He left the tent abruptly feeling like an intruder in his own space and unable to face her. He had carved his destiny with his sword, with clever political manouverings and advantageous alliances. He faced life unafraid and confident. Women he had many as his harem was packed with them and he demanded their subservience. They feared him and yet he trembled at the sight of Jodha crying. "What force could be greater than my sword and why do I tremble" he pondered. In the darkness of the night, he looked up at the stars and wondered what his God had planned for him.
And high in the heavens they watched and waited with love and pride, the spirits of these two dynamic forces that would one day come together in a deep and everlasting love that would change the course of history. They would break down the barriers of religion, injustice, hatred, cruelty, outdated laws and rituals and create a new world, a new India. A king who could incite widespread fear among his people would become the king of their hearts.
Shahenshah (King of Emporers) Jalaludin Mohammed Akbar, one of the greatest kings of India and his hindu Begum (Empress) Jodha would begin a new chapter and forever be immortalised in the pages of history books.
The story above however is simply a figment of my imagination or perhaps a story placed in my head by the 2 souls themselves. For this came to me a few days ago in my half awake half sleep state.
But there is a powerful message illustrated in this story that perhaps they wanted me to share:
That love is the greatest force there ever is
That love alone conquers
That love is the only way to peace
My writing has been slow this year - in keeping with my word for 2017 "Andante" (music tempo - at a walking pace). But there was a compulsion to pen this down. Then I wondered and hoped I could find a link to place it in. And as always the Universe obliges or perhaps Corinne who blogs at Everyday Gyaan just reads my mind. Check out the picture prompt for Friday Reflections that became the perfect backdrop for my story. And the word prompt at Wordy Wednesday came up with just the right words to bring this story to life.
Written for:
Picture prompt at #FridayReflections and could also fit into the quote prompt: "Imagination is the highest form of research" Albert Einstein
It was time for Isabella to go. She had spent wonderful years with her family and her four boys had grown up strong and confident. She looked back on her life to the days when she played in the fields with her friends and of the day Lazzaro and she married. She smiled as she looked at him for he meant the world to her. God had truly blessed her.
Lazzaro carried her out into the field that she loved and cradled her in his arms. She looked up at him for the last time. "Lazzaro" she whispered, "Il mondo, you are my world". Then she closed her eyes forever. Lazzaro held her close and wept. He felt the life force within him drain out. Yet he lived. "How will I live without you Izzy" he sobbed, "Your love is all I need in my world".
Lazzaro was surrounded by his grandchildren and they brought him happiness. After Isabella's death his life revolved around them. But deep inside a sadness still existed.
Angelina his daughter-in-law had just given birth. Lazzaro held the baby in his arms. There was something special about this one. As he gazed at her, he felt a life spark and joy filled his heart. "Izzy" he whispered. "Izzy".
Little Isabella loved her big papa above anyone else. The two shared a unique bond that was incomprehensible to most. "Big papa Lazzaro, il mondo, you are my world" Isabella would say as she snuggled up to him as he read stories to all his grandchildren.
Angelina worried about Little Izzy. After grandpa Lazzaro's death six month's ago she withdrew into a world of solitude and sadness. They had tried everything to draw her out, but Izzy's despair knew no bounds. It was difficult to take her out anywhere as her behaviour was sullen and rude so Angelina usually left her at home with the rest of the family.
But today there was no baby sitter and Angelina was compelled to take her out. "Dear God", she prayed. "I don't know what fate has in store today, but please let it go well today".
Maria's baby was a month old. He was a beautiful baby. Izzy watched him play, mesmerised and spellbound. Something stirred within her soul and she felt a life spark and a joy fill her heart.
"What have you named him?" asked Angelina. "We are unable to settle on a name" Maria replied. "Lazzaro" said three year old Izzy excitedly. "Lazzaro, il mondo, my world".
~x~
Isabella - Promise of God Lazzaro - My helper is God Angelina - God's messenger
It is my belief that soulmates come together in many lifetimes in many ways. Sometimes as romantic partners but also as friends, siblings, parents / children, grandparents / grandchildren, workmates etc.
Contrary to popular belief that soulmates sometimes come together to tear each other apart, it is my belief that soulmate relationships are always harmonious. That does not mean that they don't face difficulties, but that through those, their relationship remains harmonious.
I also believe that the term "soulmate" is too loosely used these days. Soul mates recognise each other at the soul level. I believe there is great familiarity, peace, contentment, joy in that recognition and both give each other great strength. I also believe that soulmates incarnate on Earth for a common purpose usually in some service for the good of humanity.
Stay beside me, stay beside me
Say you'll never leave me
How I love you, how I love you
How I need you please believe me
In your arms I found my heaven
And your lips have done their part
Il Mondo
Your love is all I need in my world
Let tender kisses plead in my world
How could I ever live without you
Il Mondo
My heart belongs to you so take it
And promise me you'll never break it
Say you'll stay here in my arms
Gira, il mondo gira
Nello spazio senza fine
Con gli amori appena nati
Con gli amori già finiti
Con la gioia e col dolore
Della gente come me
Un mondo
Soltanto adesso, io ti guardo
Nel tuo silenzio io mi perdo
E sono niente accanto a te
Il mondo
Non si é fermato mai un momento
La notte insegue sempre il giorno
Ed il giorno verrà
Translation from http://lyricstranslate.com/en/il-mondo-world.html
Update - my post was chosen as the featured post. Thank you Write Tribe
I intended to write on random acts of kindness but my stream of consciousness is taking me into quite a different direction.
The year was 1997. Elaine was late for her training course. Her colleague Gary held the lift open for her while reminding her to hurry. Elaine rushed in noticing a stranger standing at the back of the lift. She gave him a fleeting glance but something about him felt familiar. She turned away from him and frowned not understanding why she felt that way and because that feeling made her uncomfortable.
Riley watched the flustered Elaine. There was something refreshing about the way she rushed in with not a care in the world of what she looked like, a big smile and a breathless sorry escaping her lips. He couldn't take his eyes off her.
Elaine and Gary got on the bus together not noticing that Riley was on the bus too. Riley got the last seat opposite Elaine. As she looked around, her eyes suddenly met Riley's. For a moment or two their eyes locked and a faint smile crossed their lips. Elaine turned to look out of the window but the pull to watch Riley was too strong. Their eyes met and locked again. Riley felt a stirring in his soul, as if he had seen those dark eyes before and looking at her made him happy. Riley's brown eyes mesmerised Elaine. Naturally shy, looking into the eyes of a stranger was completely out of character for her yet she could not tear her eyes away from his.
Elaine was surprised to see Riley at the course. Over the next few days, their friendship grew. There was an ease and comfort between them and being in each other's company made them feel blissful. But social norms prevented friendship from turning into a relationship and neither ever crossed that line. Perhaps in another time and place things may have been different.
But who can break the bonds that are made by souls. And who knows how, where, when and why a soul connects with you at a level that is beyond human comprehension.
Elaine and Riley continue to remain friends though their interaction these days is few and far between. But I have no doubts at all that when their journeys on Earth are over, they will connect again on the other side and recall that moment when they both were zooming into each other's souls.
image from http://www.cartoonswallpapers.net/snoopy/
Written for: #FridayReflections - 2 people seeing each other and making eye contact for the first time. #SoCS - Stream of consciousness - just writing no editing - word containing "zoo"
Vin sat in the street cafe with his family all around him. Six months ago Helen had passed away and he was growing frail daily. He watched the people go by, children frolicking, some engrossed in conversation, and couples holding hands. He let his thoughts wander to that day 30 years ago in 2017.
It was his 60th birthday and his children had pooled in to send him on a Spiritual retreat in Hawaii. 15 years ago his world had crumbled when his wife left him unexpectedly. Vin had decided to leave Canada and focussed on settling his young family in New Zealand. Work and children dominated and in doing that his life took a spiritual turn.
Vin settled into his Business Class seat for the 9 hour journey to Honolulu. He had dreamed of the day he would attend a spiritual retreat and he was excited. The movies didn't appeal so he took out his iPad and scrolled through the movies finally settling on My Fair Lady a movie he and his children enjoyed watching together. "Oh the towering feeling just to know somehow you are near, the overpowering feeling that any second you may suddenly appear". As Freddy belted out the words, Vin felt a shiver go up his spine and he felt somehow he would have a divine experience.
At the back of the plane Helen settled in her seat. She too was excited. Her friend Sandy would also be flying out to Honolulu to meet her. Helen couldn't wait to meet her childhood friend. Sandy and Helen had vowed to attend a Spiritual retreat together before their 60th birthday. After many failed plans, their wish was finally coming true.
Sandy's flight from New York had arrived earlier and in her eagerness to meet her, Helen stumbled. A hand shot out and grabbed hers. Vin's eyes met Helen's and her warm hand sent an electric current through him. A quick thanks, a smile and she was gone. And for the first time in 15 years Vin felt his heart beat faster.
Helen couldn't contain her excitement as Dr Bryan entered the room. She was determined to have a past life regression and couldn't wait for that moment. The morning interactive session had attendees pair up with a stranger. Helen paired up with her neighbour Jean. They held hands and closed eyes waiting for any messages. When the time was over Jean gave Helen her message. Helen could not make head nor tail of it and was disappointed. Perhaps the afternoon session might come up with something better.
Helen was apprehensive but Dr Bryan soon had her feeling relaxed and at ease and she began to narrate. "I'm in a beautiful place and I am surrounded by lilac trees. We love each other but it seems our destinies are not tied together as he has to leave. He's promised someday he will come for me. I'm being told that this love is real and that we will meet again, that there is no other place on Earth that he would rather be but with me. But he never came".
Helen was very confused. The session did not make any sense. How could love be real when it was abandoned. And why was she thinking of lilac trees? Disappointment washed over her again. Perhaps she wasn't meant to have a profound session. Perhaps she was meant to work on her spirituality before something more meaningful took place.
Helen was very quiet at Dinner. Vin and Jean were also at their table but Helen was lost in thought. Exchanging information of where they came from Sandy nudged Helen out of her reverie. "Vin's from New Zealand Helen and from the same city too" she said excitedly. Vin's heartbeats quickened. He had watched her intently at the session remembering that brief moment when his eyes met hers and he held her warm hand. And watching her he felt elated. "Hill Street" answered Helen in a response to his question. Vin's eyes widened in amazement.
Helen decided to stay under the radar and simply enjoy the next day's session."Perhaps someone else is meant to have an enlightenment" she thought.
Vin stood up to tell his story. The message he was given at the first session made no sense to him at first. It was "On the same street". This was until Helen revealed that she worked on the same street as him. All night long Vin had been unable to sleep the words of a song going around and around in his head. Helen was astounded. "On the street" was the message Jean had given to her.
Vin walked up to Helen, stretching out his hand to her, and as she took it, he crooned:
I have often walked, down this street before
But the pavement always stayed beneath my feet before
All at once am I several stories high
Knowing I'm on the street where you live
Are there lilac trees in the heart of town
Can you hear a lark in any other part of town
Does enchantment pour out of every door
No it's just on the street where you live.
Oh the towering feeling
Just to know somehow you are near
The overpowering feeling
That any second you may suddenly appear
People stop and stare they don't bother me
For there's nowhere else on Earth that I would rather be
Let the time go by
I won't care if I
Can be here on the street where you live.
Helen's heart was filled with emotion and tears rolled down her cheeks. She knew he had come back for her.
Lizzy gave Grandpa Vin a little nudge. He smiled as he had that towering feeling sensing Helen was near and he knew it was time to walk on the street where Helen now lives. Back at the house Vin took out a piece of paper and wrote his letter to Lizzy. Dear Lizzy
In life there are no coincidences and only love is real as I found out one day in the year 2017 when my eyes met your Grandma Helen's and I held her hand that warmed up my cold life ....
They say every event that occurs in our lives is an opportunity to know God and adversity is often a catalyst for a spiritual awakening. It is often hard to make sense of why events occur but once we make peace with our lives and learn to let go, we create the circumstances for new and wonderful experiences to enter.
Often new experiences are preceded by a period of loneliness. Moments when we have felt completely alone in this world, when sadness and despair has taken over, when you've felt a sense of abandonment. But these moments are our opportunity to go within ourselves, to learn about ourselves, to understand what we really want in life, to heal ourselves, to make peace with ourselves, and eventually having found our real selves, to appreciate what comes our way. We each find different ways to deal with our loneliness and sometimes the Universe just gives us a little helping hand.
This is Dan and Elaine's story where Universal forces created seemingly everyday events that have deep spiritual significances that are beyond human comprehension.
Note that this story is pure fiction.
~x~
Dan and Elaine sat reminiscing about the events that brought them together particularly the words that Marie and Chantelle had said to them. "I can't believe it" they said together. "How did that happen?"
Twelve years had passed since the day Dan's world came crashing down. Marcia had breathed her last after a long and crippling illness. He had taken care of her during her illness and after her death he had cared for his three teenage children. He was a good father and they loved him dearly. But he had put his life on hold and he clung to his memories of Marcia. He would not let go of the past and he didn't want to. He made the memories his reality.
Dan was an accountant with a successful career and on the side he played in a band. Music was his first love and the guitar had been his constant companion since childhood. Music gave him relief during Marcia's illness and after her death it gave him solace during those lonely spells. He was eternally grateful to his childhood friend Tim for introducing him to the band. And what appealed the most to Dan was that any profit that the band made, they donated to a charity.
Tim was a psychiatrist and knew that Dan needed an outlet, something to take his mind off the difficult times if only for a few hours each week. The band had definitely helped Dan but Tim now he felt it was time for Dan to let go of the past and move on. Tim had specialised in hypnotherapy and was an advocate of past life connections in healing trauma. He was keen to try it with Dan. Reluctantly Dan agreed. But what he discovered astonished him.
Dan would arrive into this world along with Marcia, someone called Dave and another woman whose name and face would not be revealed. There was a possibility that Dave would leave this world early and should that happen, Marcia would leave too making way for Dan and this woman to meet up. And Tim would play a part in bringing them together. Dan and Dave were two aspects of the same soul and this unknown woman was their spiritual soulmate. They had shared many lives together and were here to complete past life work.
Dan was uneasy, agitated and angry as he had loved Marcia dearly and they had shared a beautiful life and bond. "Why did Marcia have to die? What sense did that make? I don't understand this spiritual connection and I don't want it" Dan said to Tim.
Tim was upset. This was not the outcome he had expected. He wanted Dan to move on not cling to the past. But Dan was adamant and any suggestion of the new woman made Dan cling even more tightly to the memory of Marcia. So Tim tried one last attempt. Tim arranged for his psychic friend to drop by for dinner. Perhaps Marie could help Dan.
It was a pleasant dinner. Marie made Dan feel at ease but contrary to what Tim thought, Marie did not relay any messages. Then as she was leaving she turned to Dan and said, remember a glass of wine and to dance the Bamba. It seemed like a pretty ordinary remark and Dan thought nothing of it. Tim was disappointed that nothing really came through for Dan, but at least Dan had enjoyed the evening and for the first time he saw Dan's face soften and relax.
~x~
On the other side of town, Elaine sat in front of her computer, headphones on, scrolling through her facebook news feed. The strains of the La Bamba filtered through and she rocked to the beat. The La Bamba was one of her favourite songs. And as she rocked, she belted out the words.
Eight years ago Elaine's world had turned upside down. Unsuspecting of anything, Gerry's sudden decision to divorce shattered her completely. She went through the stages of disbelief, denial, anger, hatred, revenge, sadness, and finally acceptance. She tried to make sense of the event. She closed the doors to the world and wallowed in her loneliness. She had been wronged and she had a right to didn't she?
But after years of searching for answers and unable to find any, Elaine concluded that life is just the way it is meant to be. Wallowing in loneliness and being angry with the world had become tiresome. She therefore finally let go and surrendered to the all knowing Universe and thereby made peace with her past.
She had just started enjoying life the way it was but her friend Vivienne was worried about her. "We all need someone to share life with" she would often tell Elaine. "You need to make some attempt to find someone after all Gerry has and he won't be coming back". But Elaine was adamant. "I am at peace with my life Vivienne and he would have to be someone pretty darn spectacular for me to allow him to shatter my peace" she would reply.
Sometimes songs have this sneaky habit of just going around and around in your head like a stuck record. The La Bamba played on continuous replay in Elaine's head. She didn't mind. The La Bamba was such an awesome song and it took her back to the days when she and young Dave had danced to its catchy strains at the school prom.
That was such a long time ago but thinking of Dave always made her feel happy. He was intelligent, kind, sweet and so handsome. His dark hair and dark eyes mesmerised her. He was also captain of the basketball team and it was just such a thrill to see him on the court. Dave was the ultimate chocolate boy and made her heart beat faster. Then Dave left school and their paths never crossed again. Few years later she heard about his tragic death.
The La Bamba transported her back to a time when life was fun and love was innocent and sweet and there might have been a chance of a life with Dave.
Vivienne was a psychic junkie. She lived her life on the ramblings of her psychic friend Chantelle and strangely enough all that Chantelle said to her was pretty accurate and the future did turn out the way she foresaw. Or perhaps a thought planted in one's head starts to take shape. Whatever, it was always good for Vivienne.
Vivienne begged Elaine to visit Chantelle. "Do it for fun if nothing else" she cajoled and eventually Elaine agreed. Very apprehensive and a little afraid, Elaine didn't know what to expect but Chantelle was lovely and soon Elaine let down her defences and started to relax.
Elaine's eyes widened in astonishment as Chantelle started speaking. "Dave says that unfortunately he had to go as his body was so badly injured in the accident, it could no longer sustain a human existence. But he'll be there for you when you dance the Bamba. He's on his knees as he says that" she giggled. Elaine was puzzled, perhaps she meant he had danced the Bamba with her and this was Dave's way of proving it was really him.
~x~
It was Dan's birthday and as they did every year, Tim, his wife Karen and Dan went to their favourite pub for a nice meal. It was Dan's turn to buy the next round so he went off to the counter.
A few tables away Elaine was enjoying an evening with her friends. Pubs were not her scene and her energy was draining fast. The music and the buzz in the room was getting louder and she knew that if she had to stay a while longer, she would need some fresh air. She got up and moved towards the balcony.
Dan turned from the counter wine glasses in hand. He didn't see Elaine suddenly emerge and crashed into her. Red wine dripped down his shirt. Elaine was flustered and embarrassed. She grabbed some serviettes from the counter to mop up the wine all the while muttering an apology. Dan stood still a smile crossed his face and his eyes fixed on the flustered Elaine.
She was so different from Marcia. Tall, slender, blonde hair, blue eyes, Marcia had been stunningly beautiful. Elaine on the other hand had dark hair and eyes, short and slightly plump, perhaps you could call her cute. But as he took her hand in his, something hit him like a thunderbolt. "It's only a shirt and I will survive this attack" he said with a sweet smile.
Elaine moved away quickly. His bright blue eyes, dark brown hair, his smile and the touch of his hands unnerved her. She went back to the table still agitated and confused.
Dan couldn't take his eyes off her. He constantly looked around to catch her eye. Karen and Tim noticed Dan was distracted. Then Karen saw Elaine. Marie's words came to mind - a glass of wine! "Danny, I know her we used to work together until recently" said Karen. But before Karen could reach Elaine, she had left.
Try as hard as he could, Dan could not stop thinking of Elaine and Karen and Tim were eager to help. Karen cautioned Dan that Elaine wasn't the type to go out with strangers so she arranged a meeting at home. Elaine thought it odd that Karen would suddenly invite her but other than that she didn't suspect a thing. Nevertheless she did ask if she could bring a friend.
As Elaine entered the room she caught sight of Dan. "Oh no, let's go let's go" she said to Vivienne, but Karen was too quick for her and she couldn't escape. Dan came to her side and was quickly introduced to Elaine. "We've met you know, you coloured my white shirt with the red wine" he said with a chuckle. Elaine stood still, quiet and embarrassed. But Vivienne was quick to assess Dan's interest and was eager to bring the two together.
Karen offered to show them her house. Vivienne declined and as Elaine wandered off with Karen, she approached Dan and Tim. Dan confirmed his interest in Elaine. "She will run a mile if you approach her directly" she warned. "The way to her is through her friends with baby steps" she advised.
Dan was quite the opposite of what Elaine found attractive. Blue eyes, dark brown longish hair, rugged looks were definitely not her thing. But Elaine was warming to Dan. She liked his easy going nature and he was sweet and kind. She felt safe with him and he made her laugh. They also shared the same spiritual beliefs and both were keen to pursue something in helping humanity. And most strangely she felt at peace with him. There was something about Dan that felt familiar.
So many friendly coffee catch ups and dinners later with Tim, Karen and Vivienne in tow, Vivienne suggested Dan should let her know he liked her, ask her on a friendly date, something that would make her feel safe and not pressured.
The band were doing a gig at a fair in the neighbouring town on Saturday. Perhaps that would be the "date" he could take Elaine along to. Tim would be there too and that would be reassuring for Elaine. Dan and Tim would be performing first just after sunset so once their gig was over they would return. He promised he would drop Elaine off well before midnight.
Dan was not only lead guitarist but also their lead singer. Dan had been thinking all week of the songs they would sing. He wanted one special song for Elaine and there seemed to be one song that came to mind again and again. Dan decided that would be the song.
It was a beautiful evening. Warm with a slight breeze. Dan, Tim and the rest of the band came on stage. Elaine felt a shiver of excitement run up and down her spine. It was time for Dan's last song. "This is a special song for a very special lady. It's one of my favourites and I hope she'll like it too" he said.
Then Dan started belting out the La Bamba. He jumped down from the stage in front of Elaine and they danced as he sang.
Para bailar la bamba To dance the bamba
Para bailar la bamba To dance the bamba
Se necesita una poca de gracia You need a little grace
Una poca de gracia A little grace
Para mí, para ti For me, for you
Ay, arriba y arriba Ah higher and higher
Ay, arriba y arriba Ah higher and higher
Por ti seré, por ti seré, por ti sere I’ll be for you, I’ll be for you, I’ll be for you
Yo no soy mariner I’m not a sailor
Yo no soy mariner I’m not a sailor
Soy capitán, soy capitán, soy capitán I’m a captain, I’m a captain, I’m a captain
Bamba, bamba
Bamba, bamba
Bamba, bamba, bamba
Dan was on his knees as he sang "Por ti seré, por ti seré, por ti sere" It was at that very moment that Elaine looked into Dan's blue eyes, his dark brown hair blowing in the breeze, his white shirt billowing, his sleeves rolled up, his blue jeans showing every sinewy muscle. Chantelle's words suddenly came to mind. She knew right then that Dave was looking back at her and her heart went out to Dan. The wedding was beautiful. Dan and Elaine had a wonderful time. And high up in the heavens Dave and Marcia smiled and clapped as they watched them dance to the beat of the La Bamba.
Alejandro, Juan and I were the best of friends since childhood. Juan was handsome and full of life, perhaps a little reckless, romantic and charming. Alejandro also handsome and strong, but quiet and calm, the one you could always depend on and turn to when you needed something. But I always loved Juan and when he told me he loved me and we married, I felt that I could reach the stars.
But with great happiness, sometimes there also comes great sorrow and last week was the worst week of my life. Juan was killed in an accident and my world fell apart. Alejandro tried hard to comfort me, but the pain in my heart was unexplainable and unimaginable. Alejandro's words fell on my deaf ears and my tears would not stop flowing.
In times like these I seek solace with Lita (Grandmother) Maria. She is actually my great grandmother and adored by all of us. When we were very young we thought she was magical for she told us stories of ancient times, of mystical visions and love. Lita Maria always had this amazing countenance. It was like her light shone through for miles and across lifetimes.
In the darkness Lita Maria lit a candle while I sat at her feet, my head in her lap and she gently stroked my long black hair. I sobbed and asked, Why, Why over and over again. Lita Maria was silent but her hands were comforting and slowly my sobs ceased. Then Lita Maria told me the most beautiful story I have ever heard.
Many years ago in ancient Mexico near the city of Teotihuacan, lived Citlali. Tonauac thought she was the most beautiful girl in the whole world and as they grew up, his heart filled with love for her. Tonauac was calm and quiet, kind and caring. But he was also strong and dependable. He was a beautiful man and the girls whispered that they could see his light shine through. And then there was Uetzcayotl. He was sweet, funny and clever, he would sing and dance and his eyes twinkled. He was romantic and happy. He had a zest for life and the girls adored him. Citlali, Tonauac and Uetzcayotl were the best of friends and in their little community, the wise elders always said they were inseparable souls come to Earth for a common purpose. The three friends were always together and as time went on, Citlali and Uetzcayotl grew closer and fell in love. Uetzcayotl, the romantic would bring her flowers and sing to her. Citlali would giggle and pretend she didn't love him. You don't love me like Tonauac does Uetzcayotl, she would tease. Uetscayotl would pretend to be very hurt and then he would sing ...
Mujer, si puedes tu con Dios hablar Woman, if you can talk with God
Pregúntale si yo alguna vez Ask Him if I have ever once
te he dejado de adorar Ceased to adore you
Y al mar, espejo de mi corazón And the sea, mirror of my heart
Las veces que me ha visto llorar Those times it saw me shed tears at
La perfidia de tu amor The betrayal of your love
Citlali and Uetzcayotl eventually married and had two beautiful boys who were the pride and joy of Uetzcayotl. Life was beautiful and love was strong. Citlali and Uetzcayotl often sat under the stars and he would sing to her. One starry night Uetzcayotl said to Citlali, remember when I am gone from this Earth, that I will always be with you and that somehow I will return. Citlali was bewildered. How will I know you she whispered. When the cool wind blows, you will hear my song. You will know me when I hold your hand and when you look into my eyes you will see my soul. Then Citlali you will know that I am here with you. Citlali thought her Uetzcaytl was so romantic and she thought that the two of them would live together forever.
Then the war broke out. The young men gathered to go. Dread filled Citlali's heart as Uetzcayotl silently gathered up his weapons. Uetzcayotl sensed her distress but strangely instead of comforting and reassuring Citali, he filled it with even more fear and sadness. Remember my words Citlali he said as he looked into her eyes. Then he held her close and kissed her, embraced his boys and walked out into the night.
Tia Nelli was a kind loving woman with a unique gift. The natives whispered that she could speak with God. Citlali had to know about Uetzcayotl for her heart would not rest in peace until she did. She ran for miles to reach Tia Nelli's hut and eagerly awaited her answer. The one who truly adores you will come back to you Citlali she said. Citlali's joy knew no bounds. She waited for the day Uetzcayotl would return with the other men. But Uetzcayotl did not return.
Tonauac felt Citlali's heartbreak and wished he could help her. But Citlali's heart was filled with so much sorrow that the very breath within her struggled to stay alive. She immersed herself in her young boys and wished death would come to her. Without Uetzcayotl life held no meaning for her. Tia Nelli had been so wrong for Uetzcayotl had not returned and she definitely could not speak with God. No one can speak with God thought Citlali sadly.
Tonauac looked up at the stars and wondered where Uetzcayotl was. He missed his friend and he was unable to see Citlali suffer so. In the solitude and silence Tonauac felt a cool breeze, he thought he could feel his friend beside him. He thought he heard the words, Sing Tonauac, sing for you have adored Citlali more than I have. Whisper the words you hear to the wind. Sing Tonauac for we are one soul and my song is your song. Sing and soothe Citlali's soul for I was born to leave her and you were born to heal her and together we were born to show her what love means.
Citlali felt a cool breeze tickle her cheek. Her mind was restless filled with thoughts of Uetzcayotl. She watched her boys sleeping soundly. Then her feet took her outside under a star filled night sky. And as she looked up towards the heavens she prayed one last time. Dear God, I ask that You send with haste, the one who truly adores me for You have promised that he will come. Waiting for Uetzcayotl Citlali stood in silence, her eyes closed, feeling the cool breeze around her and then she heard the strains of a song drift by.
Mujer, si puedes tu con Dios hablar Woman, if you can talk with God Pregúntale si yo alguna vez Ask Him if I have ever once te he dejado de adorar Ceased to adore you Uetzcayotl she whispered as she ran towards the song. There in the distance she saw a man. Uetzcayotl she called only to find Tonauac turn towards her. Tonauac was the perfect father for her boys and he was a good man. He adored and loved her so much. Whenever Citlali looked into his eyes she saw Uetzcayotl look back at her and when Tonauac took her hand she knew that Uetzcayotl was by her side. Many years went by. Her boys were growing up. Citlali was content. She looked back to the days when life had been joyful with Uetzcayotl but the memories of that life were slowly fading. She sensed Tonauac was watching her and she turned to look at him and smiled. Then she stood up and took his hands in hers and looked into his eyes. For the first time she saw Tonauac look back at her and she saw into the depths of the soul that truly adored her. Tonauac, she whispered, I have grown to love you and I know that you have never ceased to adore me for I have talked with God.
Lita Maria smiled as she finished the story. You know Rosa, she said, I was that young Citlali and my Tonauac loved me more than life itself. When one door closes Rosa, the Lord always opens another one but sometimes we choose not to see that door. And in the darkness Rosa, someone lights a candle that ignites your soul again and life goes on.
Lita Maria is a very wise lady and her words always comfort and soothe me.
Teotihuacan - City of the Gods Citlali - means star Tonauac - means the one who possesses light Uetzcayotl - means the essence of light Nelli - means truth
My day 1 story "Racing Towards Destiny" brought a lot of reaction for poor Belle so I thought I would continue the story. This is a free write so don't know where my thoughts will take me but here goes anyway ...
Armand needed some fresh air. Seeing Belle had disturbed him. He excused himself and walked onto the balcony. The air was crisp and fresh and the view of Paris was stunning. But the ache in his heart was intense and tears formed in his eyes. His thoughts went back to that tragic day when he and Belle rode together for the very last time.
The war had broken and the soldier was gone. Those were hard days. Armand sat on his bed each night and whispered the words over and over again. "Wait for me my sweet Belle, for someday you and I will walk hand in hand again and ride into the sunset". It was only that thought that kept him going and gave him the will to live. The months seemed endless and then at last the war was ending and the soldiers were preparing to return. They went through villages helping people rebuild their lives.
It was a cold wet day when Armand broke down the door of the house. He found the old man gasping for air clutching onto his young daughter. Armand knelt down by the man and gently cradled his head. He had seen death before and knew it was just a matter of time. The old man saw the soldier and the kindness in his eyes. "Please" he whispered. "My daughter, please take care of her, please don't leave her, promise me you'll take care of her".
Marie's tears flowed as they laid her father to rest. She sobbed uncontrollably as she clutched Armand's hand. Her eyes were wide with fear. The soldier's heart was full of compassion. He held her close and smiled kindly. But his thoughts were with Belle. "Forgive me my sweet Belle, but I have made a promise I must keep" he thought sadly. And then he wept. Armand lay in his bed knowing he would soon breathe his last. He thought about his life and where destiny had led him. He had wealth and fame, Marie had been a good wife and she had loved him too, and their sons had grown up to be fine young men. Life with them all had been wonderful and life had been good. And then his thoughts once again took him to Belle. "My Belle" he thought, "my Belle". Belle sat by the window and looked across at the garden. She was old and tired and very frail. She thought about her life and of the soldier who once took her into his arms and loved her with a passion. She smiled for he was the love of her life and she was fortunate to have shared a time with a kind and beautiful man. She hoped with all her heart that he was at peace. Then she leant back against the chair and closed her eyes forever.
~x~
Armand stood in front of her, his pristine white shirt billowing in the
wind, his sword dangling by his side. He held out his hands to Belle and as she
took them, he took her into his arms and smiled. "My Belle" he
whispered with joy, "My Belle".
Then
the dashing young soldier and his beautiful Belle rode off into the sunset,
together, side by side, their souls beating in time with the rhythmic thunder
of the hooves, their hair flying wildly in the wind, the mare and the stallion
carrying them away forever into the land of love.
~x~
True love never dies. Sometimes it is not in our destiny to find it here for whatever reason - fate, karma, choice, circumstance. But love is eternal and meetings in that land of love are certain. And sometimes we also have the good fortune to come back again and share that love and make peace with life.
A time for us someday there'll be
when chains are torn by courage born of a love that's free
A time when dreams so long denied
can flourish as we unveil the love we now must hide
A time for us at last to see
A life worthwhile for you and me
And with our love through tears and thorns
We will endure as we pass surely through every storm
A time for us someday there'll be
A new world, a world of shining hope for you and me.
~from Romeo and Juliet
Enjoy the song. I thought it captured the essence of my story well.
"Life can be so unfair" thought Belle as she stood behind the pillar of the ballroom and took in the grandeur of the hall and its occupants.
Her eyes slowly scanned each nook and cranny until they fell upon the handsome soldier who had once stolen her heart.
Eyes locked with his, they both delighted in that moment, while her thoughts drifted to a day when they were young and life was full of joy and freedom, love and passion ..
"Fly like the wind my beauty" whispered Belle to her beautiful black mare as she mounted her horse, her thoughts filled with Armand knowing he would be waiting for her under the tree with his pristine white shirt billowing gently in the wind, his sword dangling by his side. Armand watched her come towards him, her dark hair flying wildly, her eyes shining with excitement, her pale skin flushed pink like a blooming rose. She ran into his open arms passions flaring, hearts beating fast, their love setting the dusk on fire, yet sweet and tender. The mare and the stallion pawed at the ground frisking around waiting for that moment when Belle and Armand would ride them again, fast and exhilarating like the wind, their hair flying, hearts beating in rhythm to the thunder of the hooves, racing together, side by side, towards their destiny.
"But destiny sometimes plays a very cruel game" thought Belle as she watched him dance with his lady while she sadly dropped her eyes, sighed and walked back into the kitchen. It was time to serve.
This week's challenge at Romantic Friday Writers is "Romantic Picnic" - to be written in 400 words or less.
This is my first post for this challenge.
We sat outside on the verandah of the Loaded Hog. He was so excited. "I've finally found the girl of my dreams" he said, his brown eyes lighting up and a big grin on his face. I could see the joy in his heart written all over his face.
His words pierced my heart and I felt the sadness wash over me. I wanted to be the girl of his dreams. But we were only friends and I should've expected that one day he would eventually find her. "Oh" I said, "who is she?"
"Can't tell you right now" he said with a twinkle in his eye. "But I want to do something really special for her. So what would be a perfect date?" he asked.
"Why don't you ask her?" I said, my enthusiasm fading fast. "I want it to be a surprise and a date to remember" he answered.
"She must be very special" I teased, trying to conceal my breaking heart. "Oh yes, one very special lady. So c'mon help me here." he coaxed sweetly.
And so I told him.
I spent a long and restless night. I really liked him so much. And now my world was crumbling.
"Meet me on Saturday 10am at Chicago on the Wharf" came the text from him the next morning.
He was waiting there, his dark brown hair gently blowing in the wind. He might be in love with someone else, but today he was here with me and I was going to enjoy each moment with him.
We hugged. Then he took my hand and led me to the waiting helicopter. The ride was spectacular and the scenery just took my breath away. I was like a kid, wide eyed and excited and I completely missed the fact that the gorgeous man sitting next to me watched only me.
Boomrock was amazing. A table for two set with the finest cutlery and a picnic hamper under a colourful shamiana. We ate our chicken sandwiches, fruit salad and chocolate mousse, chuckling with the irony of the fine cutlery and simple meal. But this was perfect.
And then the strains of Besame Mucho floated by. He took my hand and we danced slowly. "You're my special lady" he said quietly and the smile on my face reflected the joy in my heart.
It was my perfect date!
Word count 396 NCCO
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Also linking to Blogging For Fun's prompt A reason to smile
Oh no, I was late for an important meeting. I gathered up my notebook and my papers, grabbed my handbag and ran. Running in high-heels is an art form that I haven't quite mastered yet so I know I should've slowed down.
Around the corner I went and then crashed into a human wall. My papers went flying everywhere. I quietly muttered "So sorry" and heard the same come back at me. He gathered up the papers and handed them to me. I looked up with a "Thank you" about to leave my lips when my eyes met his and I froze. I know that face I thought, I know those eyes. But how could I? I had never seen him before. He smiled and walked on.
The meeting was so boring, I couldn't wait to get out. Each face I looked at morphed into his. "Concentrate," I told myself, but my mind started to wander and I suddenly found my thoughts drifting back to 39 years ago ...
My first high school dance was coming up. There was so much excitement everywhere. I was a shy, quiet girl, chubby, awkward and timid. I wanted to go but I didn't want to be the one who no one danced with. Tickets were selling fast and I still hadn't bought mine.
We were lining up for assembly, supervised by school prefects. Each class had 2 allocated. They were both standing near me. All was quiet, then I heard the dreaded, "Suzy, I hope you bought a ticket 'cos I've sold all of mine." Relief, tickets were sold out, I had an excuse not to go. I shook my head. "Oh, he'll be sad if you don't come," she said, looking at him cheekily. I glanced at him quickly and caught his eye. "I've kept one for you," he said quietly. Then a ticket shot out at me. How could I refuse? I took it slowly and muttered that I would pay for it the next day. He wouldn't take the money.
We were all lined up in the school hall, nervous 13 year olds, excited and scared. I hid behind the girls in my class hoping no one would see me. And then I saw him, making his way towards us. I slowly inched behind the pillar praying, "Not me, please not me". He wove his way through the throng of my classmates and then he stood in front of me. "Would you like to dance with me?" he asked softly.
My heart was beating so fast. We danced quietly, not a word was said. And then a slow number came on. We stood looking at each other for a few minutes. I had no idea what to do. Did he want me to stay or did he want me to go? Questions went around and around in my head and then my little 13 year old brain panicked. So I turned and walked off the dance floor. He never asked me again. I watched him dance with one girl after another and I felt the sadness wash over me.
The meeting was finally over. I walked back to my desk and saw the message light flashing on my phone. One missed call was the message showing on the screen. I checked the missed calls and saw his name come up. I looked at it for what seemed an eternity and then I picked up the receiver. I pressed the message button. "Enter your password," came the command. Tap tap tap tap, I entered the password. My heart was beating wildly. "You have one message, press 1 to hear your message," the voice said again. My finger hovered over the number 1 and then slowly I pressed it. "Hello," said a deep quiet voice, "Would you like to dance with me?".
It's Saturday morning and I'm having breakfast out on my patio. The sun is shining, the skies are blue and the hills look so serene. My cup of tea in hand, I savour every sip as I watch him read the paper. Now and then he reads out a snippet that makes me laugh. I love the sound of his voice. My thoughts drift once again to that day in high school and a smile creeps over my face.
He puts the paper down, and looks at me with those beautiful, warm eyes. I'm sure he can read my thoughts. He stands up, walks to my side and takes my hand. "Would you like to dance with me," he says, with a twinkle in his eye.
