There are in our lives
those plans. The ones knit for ourselves with furrowed brow. Willfully wound
from wishes and worries and wonder.
Pondered and pearled and
looped to perfection. However, completely impractical for the people we have
become when finally put into practice. Delicate dreams, so easily snagged and
shredded by the slightest snare.
And so we snatch at the
fray, fumbling and forcing our fantasies back into their original form no
matter how ill-fitting we may now find them. Because they are ours. Of our own
design. The way it “should” be.
So for a time, we pinch
and preen and pursue yet more alterations, rather than pursuing the
alternative. A joy that fits.
A grand design of which
we are a part. In which our longings become a part of something larger and our
imperfections and failings become beautiful when matched with another’s under
the craftsmanship of a master.
An over/under
configuration that allows us to not only be lifted up, but to support the
other, bound together in a beauty we could have never devised ourselves.
And when we do surrender
the “shoulds” that appear to fit so well on everyone else and embrace the
beauty of our just “being” what and who and with whom we belong.
We find comfort. In a
love and a life laced together in a pattern all its own. Complemented with
creativity and care and consideration. Artfully and authentically, custom
crafted to carry one another in a joy that fits.
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