Recently my husband re-connected with one of the loves of his life. He sat on the phone with her after years of forced silence, laughed, told her about his life. He glowed with a type of glow that I know only this woman can unleash. I never felt more happy for him. This is what a sacred love ...
Whether we search the Oxford English Dictionary or the Vedas and the Dictionary for Spoken Sanskrit, Ananda, the Sanskrit word for Bliss, wholly resonates the thought-emotion from the eternal to the local.
Despite all of the cultural pressure on me to stand by my man and to not break up our family, it was the strength of something primal, universal, and magical -- Goddess, that led the charge and transformed life as I knew it.
There have been conversations, there has been sex, there have been scattered, half-hearted chases,
but there has never been love,
there has never been meaning,
there has never been trust,
and there has never, ever been rest.
How I long for rest.