Seeing the invisible

“Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.” Kahlil Gibran

I have come to think that parting is a gift. Now, I know Marc is reading this from Las Vegas and probably not feeling very flattered. Let me explain.

In our relationship when Marc goes away for a few days or a month, I know I will be happy to see him come home. I am independent enough that I always have more than plenty of things to keep me busy. I paint. I write. I take care of business, of the house and family. So on one hand the time passes fairly well. On the other hand my life’s companion is not here. I realize how rich our relationship is and how much I love being together. Always Marc’s absence is felt. We spend endless hours together: at the gym, cycling, cooking, playing, laughing and discussing. I rarely sleep the night before he leaves. The things I miss are the sound of his voice, his footsteps coming down the stairs and the warmth of his body when I hold him close. I write to Marc everyday when he is away. I make it a priority. As I write each card I stay connected. When Marc received them and reads them he knows he is in my thoughts. He knows he matters.

Separation is an illusion. We are just as connected as we want to be on the inside. We all have the power to make what is important to us matter.

Namaste!

Bianca

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