The End Is The Beginning? posted 12/29/2007 3:24:55 AM | 6 kudos what's this?     report abuse

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Once upon a time in the faraway kingdom of MD, there lived a beautiful Princess. She was known far and wide as being the most beautiful princess in the kingdom. In fact, several agreed they had never beheld anyone so beautiful. Nine out of ten mirrors on the wall agreed, she was hot. There were certainly others that might be as pretty, but none could hold a candle to her inner beauty. In addition to dispensing advice to members of the kingdom in all matters good and bad, she also had the amazing ability to take her deepest thoughts and share them in such a way as to capture everyone’s heart and imagination.

There were those who swore it was some kind of magic. And yet, others who knew her claimed it was all about her sharing her passion. And we all know that anytime anyone decides to open their hearts and show their souls, magic happens. And so it was with our Princess. Her given name was Meiam which was ironic in and of itself because the name breaks into “Me” and “I Am”. Seeing someone with a name such a Me-I-Am, one might think this person to be completely full of themselves. However, in the case of Meiam, nothing could be farther from the truth. She would, in a heartbeat, go to wherever and whoever needed her. It was easy to see why she was so beloved by her village.

Now one would think with someone this alluring, she would have suitors by the score. And one would be absolutely correct. Meiam had men declaring their passions for her far and wide. But none could capture her heart. Well, “capture” might be the wrong word. Just as you cannot capture the magnificent spirit of a beautiful wild animal, so too, you could not capture the spirit of the beautiful Princess. As long as she could remember, her spirit was free. Free to search for depth and meaning, feeding the fire of longing that burned so very brightly at her core.

This was a gift she received from her Father, a mighty King and Warrior. He understood that giving one the freedom to search and explore, in spite of its inherent dangers, is quite possibly the greatest gift one can give. He loved her and cherished her with his whole heart and beyond. His passing opened her heart to pain greater than any known before. He, in his desire to protect her even at the end, requested she not be present for his passage to the next life. Conceding to his wishes is something that stays with her to this very day.

Perhaps that’s why no man could come close to touching her as deeply as he. When one defends with a love and fire that reaches beyond the ends of the earth, it’s hard for anyone to measure up. There was one. One who managed to scale the walls of her heart, reaching her in a way no one had in a long, long time. Before long, this “casual knowing” blossomed into something that could only be described as “serious like.”

He was a man from a village far away across the sea. She opened to him like no one before. What made this even more remarkable was the fact they only touched via magic waves in the air. A schedule was made and a date was set for them to meet in person, to validate this virtual time spent together. They talked endlessly about what that meeting would be like and how grand and glorious it would be to actually touch. Then, without warning, she received a call.

He said his village had denied his request to leave and it was one of the saddest days she’d known. With that, he vanished. Literally, as if the thought of losing her consumed him and he vanished in the wind. She would later come to find that he, for whatever reason, could not handle holding and protecting her raw heart in his hands. He let her go.

To say she was devastated would be a disservice toward you understanding the pain that embraced every fiber of her being. And yet, with courage and resilience, she continued on. Caring for those she loved and touching all with her wondrous spirit and energy.

While this was happening, at another village far, far from this one, there lived a simple man. A very simple man. He, in his travels, happened upon the profile of the Princess. Instantly stunned, he was moved to write her, telling her that never in his given time, had he ever beheld such a treasure. He trembled as he crafted the words, picking each with the care he would take as if he were picking the finest fruit for her table. And trembling, he sent the message, knowing that it would probably be lost amid all the other messages she must receive. How forcefully it struck him when she actually responded. Her words were like liquid fire, burning into his eyes and igniting his heart. And, if that were not enough, she signed her name. Perhaps this seems trivial to you. Perhaps in the land where you belong, names are not that important. But here, calling someone by name, by their real name, was an incredible honor indeed. She signed her name! He whispered it over and over, warmed by the thought she had shared with him that which was the very representation of who she was.

For awhile, they exchanged messages and he could feel his heart opening, hoping that perhaps she would find him worthy. This in spite of the fact that he knew he could work a lifetime to be worthy of such a wonder. When he looked at her, listened to her, read her, his heart expressed such a longing, a desire to be closer to her. Is it to be? The future is clouded. And so, where this story ends, it actually begins. For him, his fervent prayer is to somehow, someway, someday, stand before her. Stand before her and see if she’ll allow this simple man a chance to, with open hands, ask for her heart to hold. Not clutch, not capture, just gently hold until it’s once again time for him to raise his hands and allow her spirit to soar.

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