Music from the nightstand table encouraged me to sing along, eventually the rhythmn causing me to stand up for a dance with my best friend. I giggled, and she moved her butt in that silly way she does. We were happy on the hill, by ourselves, in some random empty parking lot.
As my pasta came to a boil, I returned to the “couch”. How convenient it is to relax and cook simultaneously! I mixed the sauce with the noodles, and ate straight from the pot, with the same fork I use to comb my hair. My dog nestled in next to me while I ate and wrote and read; while I watched the stars turn above my head.
How can you not consider this a romantic match made in heaven?
It is funny though, because you have it within you, too.
I’m not sure why you watch my life the way you do.
I’m not sure why you look at my life
with such intensity, curiosity, wonder.
We are the same, we are One.
Maybe living in a van, is a bit much of a jump. A romantic date with yourself takes practice, and trust is the biggest leap of faith you will ever take. Sometimes having nothing is everything, and sometimes it’s simply pure stupidity. In the end, I feel it comes down to being honest with wherever you’re at- your fears, your passions, and whatever is carrying forward or holding you back. It takes acceptance of failure and the willingness to accept the unexpected.
We are all healing, we are all on the path to bettering ourselves- to bettering all of humanity. We are all perfectly imperfect. We are all love. And we all, are so much more than what our earthly bodies show. Remembering that,- as often as possible, because we all forget sometimes- makes life interesting. It makes a romantic night to yourself, beautiful.