Today was surely my last hike up Maple Mountain for a while. Shanara, Abby and I trekked up Maple Syrup to the top and took the long and winding climbing route down. It was a super five hours in heat and sunshine. The puppies found a few very black and muddy water spots. I took four litres with me regardless and shared some of that out at lunchtime.
Abby actually lay down in one of the mud holes. Needless to say, there was a bit of power spraying that took place when we got back home.
Hiking alone gave me a chance to let my thoughts meander – and I really love that. I never know where I’m going to drift. Sometimes, I revel in my thoughts – ideas form and excite me. At other times, my thoughts are mundane as hell – i.e. – pick up milk on the way home.
Today I thought about love – more specifically making love.
I thought about how making love, in the best sense of the word is exactly that: two people coming together to create something beautiful and magical. When two people love each other, those intimate moments are about vulnerability – opening up and allowing yourself to be fully seen – of taking down all walls and barriers – and of giving completely to the lover.
I think that this kind of intimacy, in some form or other, is an essential ingredient in a deeply loving and committed relationship.
All the technique in the world can’t make up for pure love and loving intention. And sometimes, making love is simply about holding another person – or touching them – and pouring your heart into that touch.
I am blessed to be loved and to love.