All Hearts Day. A time to express one's love to another. A time to affirm one's desire to be wholly present in the company of the adored. A time to linger in the sensuous meshing of two hearts pressing into one. With feet bare upon the sand, I slowly walked Roaring Beach this morning. I massaged, was massaged, and a tingling earthly eroticism moved through me. "What a privledge" I thought. "What a stunning blessing it is to wake up each morning to such changing beauty; to such deep beauty. Oh, how I will miss you!" Yes, how I will miss you. When I die, because of so many days of requited love, I will do so happily and will contentedly fall into the waiting arms of my beloved. Yet, when my spirt joins the ancestral realm and my body of bones and ash is scattered along this beach and the hills of Windgrove, I will miss the immersion of the human, Peter, into this earth's body. I will miss the tasty salt of my beloved in my mouth; the swelling wave moving under my belly; the pungent fragrance of her being in my nostrils. Where water meets sky and where flesh touches spirit, this is where I will long to be. This is living; this is life. This I will miss. Thank you earth. Thank you for birthing me. Thank you for giving me this chance to act out a precious and wild life. Thank you for loving me; thank you for allowing me to love.
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