In the beginning...
For us, the beginning of everything was wrapped up in words. We "met" on line, and it was an odd sort of meeting. Those were the days of listservs, and He and I participated alongside each other in one such online discussion community. In the beginning, we talked alongside one another rather than TO each other. It took us a bit of time, but we finally noticed each other, and the conversation was joined. Once we started, we talked and talked and talked. There really did seem to be no end to the flow of words between us. It was a river that fed our souls.
In this last year... a great silence has fallen between us. It has felt as if every attempted conversation ended badly, and day by day, we've become less and less willing to try. It has felt safer, most of the time, to sit quietly, side by side, without a word passing between us.
But, just in these last few days, words have begun to live between us again. We are tentative, cautious, seeking the pathways which we've lost... The threads of conversations are beginning to weave a web joining our hearts and minds. It feels miraculous and wondrous. Not making any predictions or forecasts. What might come next is opaque. I only know that we seem to have found our words again. It is a beginning place. Words.