Love in the time of owls
The other night I had a dream about tulips growing, a magic tree overlooking the sea and I dreamed that people were crowding these wild animals, trying to hold onto them and I was so angry I yelled at them to set them free and then a man came and starting placing flower pots throughout a field and in each flower pot there was a small, calm owl. I'm thinking that love is like that, it's wild, it can't be held. I so want to hold it, to hold you. I want to wrap it and you around me like a blanket to keep out the cold, the dark that is the unknown which lies ahead on this different path. But the truth is, that this unknown is better because it is life. Holding onto what is wild, holding love, is trying to make it stay one way, trying to make it stay still. That kind of stillness is not alive. I am breaking my own heart to walk a different way from you, but it is only this way that I can love you wildly, love you freely and in time and with patience and some peace and a lo