I was reading a thoughtful and introspective essay over at AbodeOneThree a bit earlier. I make up my mind before I click the link that takes me over to Matthew’s place that I need to prepare for what will occur afterwards. Hours of reflection, threads of long forgotten thought fragments, waves of gratitude. And today is no different. The subject of the essay discussed a precise moment in time when Matthew’s life changed by meeting the woman who is now his beloved wife.
The way that my brain works is by converting words and messages into diagrams, illustrations, charts. I think in terms of geometric shapes and free-form linear sketches. The illustrations inside my head that correspond with this essay look like overlapping spheres, or linear velocity diagrams (I am so making up this term). My internal illustrations make perfect sense to my particular brain, but that is just the way that thoughts congeal in my head.
My memories of meeting Cristy for the first time are compiled as a collection of still photographs. They are single images of random things: what I was wearing, the light outdoors, the food, the things she was holding, her shy smile.
Getting to that precise point in time, the place on the diagram where the circles of our lives intersect, where the lines cross, now, seems only like a prelude to what is now. A life that holds peace, laughter and joy. Where the circles overlap in a way that is soothing, comforting and loving. Where the lines cross each other in a supportive, happy way that augments the combination of our individual energies into something unexpectedly lovely.
The way that my brain works is by converting words and messages into diagrams, illustrations, charts. I think in terms of geometric shapes and free-form linear sketches. The illustrations inside my head that correspond with this essay look like overlapping spheres, or linear velocity diagrams (I am so making up this term). My internal illustrations make perfect sense to my particular brain, but that is just the way that thoughts congeal in my head.
My memories of meeting Cristy for the first time are compiled as a collection of still photographs. They are single images of random things: what I was wearing, the light outdoors, the food, the things she was holding, her shy smile.
Getting to that precise point in time, the place on the diagram where the circles of our lives intersect, where the lines cross, now, seems only like a prelude to what is now. A life that holds peace, laughter and joy. Where the circles overlap in a way that is soothing, comforting and loving. Where the lines cross each other in a supportive, happy way that augments the combination of our individual energies into something unexpectedly lovely.
What a blessing that all those things ended with you finding your soulmate!
ReplyDelete"...where the circles of our lives intersect..."
ReplyDeleteThat's poetry, right there. And if it leads to peace, laughter and joy, well that's icing on the cake!
i remember that night as well... very vividly! I remember mainly your sweet smile and your genuine loveliness... 19 months on monday. ILY
ReplyDeleteThat was really nice, Poindexter.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. Just so you know, I suck at geomatry (math), but I can think in it and quilt...weird, huh? Wishing you much happiness.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful and unusual way to conceptualize those crossroads of loss and love. Thank you for sharing such personal spaces with us.
ReplyDeletethanks for visiting everyone! Tomorrow (Monday) marks 19 months since the day that I met Cristy, a day that altered the course of my life. Now our bank of memories have merged along with our day to day worlds. I am truly grateful.
ReplyDeleteThis is so analytically spoken, it sort of goes against your stated name of technopobe.....
ReplyDeleteBruce, you have a good point. I am truly my father's daughter when it comes to some things, like the way my brain processes information. But when it comes to consumer technology, my mantra is the simpler, the better. I don't care for devices that require programming or have too many switches or settings. A clear On & Off button with maybe a Lo-Med-Hi setting would work splendidly for me. :)
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