Thank you, this story flung me back into a vivid memory from 1982. Mark and I were fresh young lovers who had just met on Valentines Day. Two months later, we were backpacking and hitchhiking in New Zealand. A baby blue flatbed truck stopped to pick us up. It was a family of Maoris. They said they had no room in the cab, we'd have to ride in the bed, would that be okay? We said absolutely! We tossed our backpacks in, climbed in and settled back in the "bed." As the truck wound its way up the pitch black road, we now had an opportunity to gaze up in a star-filled sky blazing with meteors. "Look! There's one! And another one! Oh my! Kiss me!" And there we cuddled in the breath of night presided over by that pulsating, gem encrusted Southern Cross.
Oooooh and now I got to share it with you. What an amazing memory. Thank you. Isn’t it wonderful how small acts of kindness lead to the whole world feeling bigger and brighter and full of love?
Right? This isn't work so much as a delightful (sometimes frustrating) challenge. I am having a blast. BTW the way, I just looked up what you write about. Fascinating stuff. I look forward to learning more.
Thank you for sharing this beautiful lore. I love the (third eye) or the healing eye linking us. This seems to exist in other spiritual belief systems, in Hinduism, the third eye refers to the ajna (or brow) chakra. How wonderful to "share breath" which I very much miss in this age of air born pathogens. Namaste.
I’m so glad you enjoyed it Lorraine. I used to love this ritual when visiting with Hawaiian friends. It makes me so sad that we can no longer safely breathe in close proximity to one another.
Thank you, this story flung me back into a vivid memory from 1982. Mark and I were fresh young lovers who had just met on Valentines Day. Two months later, we were backpacking and hitchhiking in New Zealand. A baby blue flatbed truck stopped to pick us up. It was a family of Maoris. They said they had no room in the cab, we'd have to ride in the bed, would that be okay? We said absolutely! We tossed our backpacks in, climbed in and settled back in the "bed." As the truck wound its way up the pitch black road, we now had an opportunity to gaze up in a star-filled sky blazing with meteors. "Look! There's one! And another one! Oh my! Kiss me!" And there we cuddled in the breath of night presided over by that pulsating, gem encrusted Southern Cross.
Oooooh and now I got to share it with you. What an amazing memory. Thank you. Isn’t it wonderful how small acts of kindness lead to the whole world feeling bigger and brighter and full of love?
Yes! Indeed! (It seems inherent in Substack.... it feels that way.)
BIG smile :-)
Ha! Back atcha! And a Happy Labor Day as we "labor" at the "work" we love. ;)
Right? This isn't work so much as a delightful (sometimes frustrating) challenge. I am having a blast. BTW the way, I just looked up what you write about. Fascinating stuff. I look forward to learning more.
Thanks Jena! It's taken me 68 years to locate a comfy place to display my talents. WAY better than posthumously, LOL. Glad it's a mutual thang!
You are flying, Jena!!!!!!
Thank you for sharing this beautiful lore. I love the (third eye) or the healing eye linking us. This seems to exist in other spiritual belief systems, in Hinduism, the third eye refers to the ajna (or brow) chakra. How wonderful to "share breath" which I very much miss in this age of air born pathogens. Namaste.
I’m so glad you enjoyed it Lorraine. I used to love this ritual when visiting with Hawaiian friends. It makes me so sad that we can no longer safely breathe in close proximity to one another.
Thank you for pointing out that ritual, I was unaware of it. How sad it may be lost forever? 💔💕🌸
Yes...knowing it is unsafe to breathe around others makes me very very sad.
And you are welcome, of course :-)
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