Ann,Trinity and Rachel
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Ann, Trinity and Rachel met every summer and played in the sand and the caves down by the sea shore.
At 12 years old now, they loved the mornings to get lost and be away from the family and explore life as they found it - so fresh and new and always enchanting.
They knew that these moments were very alive - but they never spoke about them as things. They didn’t know how to say life in that abstract adult way.
All they wanted to do was be with each other - to look into each others eyes - sometimes for long and uncomplicated spaces of time - to touch and lean on each others body anywhere so loving, but not consciously knowing the simplicity they enjoyed - for it gave them deep and powerful feelings of great expectations and wonder - which was enough in themselves.
At sunrise they awakened in their separate rooms - in their separate homes - hearing the sea gulls and the surf and feeling the sun calling them to today’s rendezvous of adventures.
Each would jump out of bed - washing the sleep from their minds - already enraptured with the certainty that again they would find another day of laughing and closeness unparalleled in their lives with the joy and happiness of just being a child.
Their innocence was their guide - a place in their hearts they trusted more than they even cared to understand - life was alive in them as nothing they would ever know or capture again - on those days of days that lasted all summer in the sand and the caves down by the sea shore.
Words were only so gently given to each other - for their temperance was in being inoffensive for fear of breaking the bond of the private and hallowed ground of their sacred love.
They had these days for 6 years now - every summer - and when summer was over never thought of them as days or time - for they lived outside of time in those days - there was nothing to record - nothing to recall - because they were completely and fully present - completely alive with nothing left for their minds to reference - and they only remembered each other and those days when the first morning would arrive.
At 13, when the summers of the caves stopped to be replaced by the call of boys and the games of chance arose - the memories of those days became tucked away and sealed in a private palace of their forgotten youth.
But when all their children had grown up and left - they returned separately to the sand and the caves down by the sea shore - and their hearts allowed them to reopen their love as a gift from God - and they were innocent once again.
Ann, Trinity and Rachel met every summer and played in the sand and the caves down by the sea shore.
At 12 years old now, they loved the mornings to get lost and be away from the family and explore life as they found it - so fresh and new and always enchanting.
They knew that these moments were very alive - but they never spoke about them as things. They didn’t know how to say life in that abstract adult way.
All they wanted to do was be with each other - to look into each others eyes - sometimes for long and uncomplicated spaces of time - to touch and lean on each others body anywhere so loving, but not consciously knowing the simplicity they enjoyed - for it gave them deep and powerful feelings of great expectations and wonder - which was enough in themselves.
At sunrise they awakened in their separate rooms - in their separate homes - hearing the sea gulls and the surf and feeling the sun calling them to today’s rendezvous of adventures.
Each would jump out of bed - washing the sleep from their minds - already enraptured with the certainty that again they would find another day of laughing and closeness unparalleled in their lives with the joy and happiness of just being a child.
Their innocence was their guide - a place in their hearts they trusted more than they even cared to understand - life was alive in them as nothing they would ever know or capture again - on those days of days that lasted all summer in the sand and the caves down by the sea shore.
Words were only so gently given to each other - for their temperance was in being inoffensive for fear of breaking the bond of the private and hallowed ground of their sacred love.
They had these days for 6 years now - every summer - and when summer was over never thought of them as days or time - for they lived outside of time in those days - there was nothing to record - nothing to recall - because they were completely and fully present - completely alive with nothing left for their minds to reference - and they only remembered each other and those days when the first morning would arrive.
At 13, when the summers of the caves stopped to be replaced by the call of boys and the games of chance arose - the memories of those days became tucked away and sealed in a private palace of their forgotten youth.
But when all their children had grown up and left - they returned separately to the sand and the caves down by the sea shore - and their hearts allowed them to reopen their love as a gift from God - and they were innocent once again.
posted by Hubbell's Writings | 2:17 PM
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