It’s been a slow but steady falling-in-love: the best kind as each tryst reveals a little more—a happy debriding revealing the smoothest of fleshy detail, an elegant striptease.
This new love started years ago. Things that were dear to you when you were
young lose their appeal when new horizons open up. Then you come full circle
and you seek out the familiar and it shows itself to you with a hint here and a
This love sees inside my soul and exposes me—reveals my inner mechanisms and
sets forth a chain reaction with a hint and a nudge to make me fully alive.
Love is a chemical
reaction, it’s true. It’s biological, physical, sensual. The dark, damp scent
of the basement takes me back to my grandparents’ house and the thrill of
exploring the cellar and feeling the cool stone against my bare summer arms.
the grand central staircase, it’s ascending the back stairs, the polished
wood smell and the precariousness of the steep steps that transport me to
schooldays in another grand house not so far from here.
You know what it’s like when you are in love: any little gesture, remark or
observation magnifies and metamorphoses of its own accord into some grand symbol.
On my first day back there was talk in the lift of a book of guidance for
mankind, here, in this place, a world within a world, thousands of miles and
hundreds of years from its origin. There can be no greater sign than this.
Explore further and there’s a whole other world beyond the house. This one goes
on forever. Its magic is revealed in the quiet of a frosty morning or just the
long, grey hush of winter. Many of its inhabitants are rare and retiring but so
fired up on pheromones and hormones the place makes you, you feel them looking
out for you alone from the branches of the trees, protective, and calling from
miles away a welcome or a warning of trouble.
on the cusp now of bursting into full springtime glory. The days may still be
chilly, but the light is more generous, and green shoots are showing through,
there are red, black and green buds on the delicate branches, and a sense of hope
as the life cycle returns to the beginning. There’s no joy greater than
Yes, it is a new beginning, and this love is liniment for a bruised soul. It’s
a gentle, powerful love, protective and restorative, engrained with the stories
of those who have loved before me and ready for a thousand more…