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…our lovers’ matter has set this lil corner of things in a motion of passions stirring and converging in a soft cascade of nano bits of touches, of snips and patches of critical points…

 

…a growing sphere of their own, of colliding spirits in tune with the heightened rhythm of Summer…

 

…thus, in this next glimpse into their journal of Seaside notes, look and listen, carefully and fully, to their chorus, of breaks in patterns of fury - which ways will they turn when offered the opportunity?  to rise or recede?  to allow, to dare, to venture forward together?  or quickly fall back?

 

…such is the substance of emerging inner voices moving each other, ever so slightly, yet vitally, away for ethereal moments from their obsessions…

 

Interlacing & intruding with building intensity, their passions are now playing each other...

Interlacing & intruding with building intensity, their passions are now playing each other...

...buoyed by this sea-state at sunrise, enabled & made to happen by each spirit in pure self revealed, causing each to shift & turn from their norm...

...so the els are springing forth in one of those precious series of triggers - sprights provoking & provoking - now cascading and ricocheting & reflectng - a life of their own, ones within now tipping...  

...Furies at the edge, to recoil or leap boldly, each at critical points, now shared, pried out, the next vital steps uncertain...

...This place, this moment, this series of touches moves them in rhythm out of their base - such are emergences - nano bits of elstate converging - the lovers' matter, their dare, their break has triggered this...

Bizarre fellows these beachfolk - their own awareness - their inner voices sing: unsettling - maybe the norm everywhere - look at all us - all of this - a paradise this seascape - this lovely dawn - so much in play...

 

Bizarre fellows these beachfolk - their own awareness - their inner voices sing:  unsettling -  maybe the norm everywhere - look at all us - all of this - a paradise this seascape - this lovely dawn - so much in play...

 

...given pause, their shared thoughts, not their norm to easily share - but a difference this morn- of their own strange making - their rich stew - their sensations - something about this space, this place, their mutual break - a certainty -  a notice - something pervades them all...

 

Perhaps it is the sharpness of the rising sun, the rays seizing all of them & firing the hues of the paving stones - and of their mutual passions - for they are certainly so - so moved…

 

…or something about this fresh burst of scented mist, of this breeze off of the sea, or the sudden focus of a cloud of gulls against the perfect blue high above these briny vapors, all together swirling and swarming across the sands...

 

…towards us, all around us - look at us - us…

 

…certainly, all these elements, lovely and not, in company w the screeches & crashes of fowl & human & surf in convergence have sparked this nano emergence of impulses…

 

…beyond all of them - this lil corner rises to it's own shades of dawn...

 

…certainly, this light is playing on them - colors of faces revealed, flushed - their hues as well...

 

...clearly these passions, these forces, these elements - we see all of us in heightened states - a familiarity - something sheer - a mark is left …

 

…a bit of magic in the continuum...

 

…such is their aspect this morn, in this haven within havens, this Center of things - if only for a moment the move in concert - a bizarre harmony, indeed…

 

… they emerge for just a nano bit together in this place of beauty - their impulse - their norm…

Unsure what to do, he moved over and stood next to Belle - he thought that was her name - don’t like their looks - trouble makers, all of them - need to so something about them...

... where is that damn park ranger? - such a lazy ass, always with the insolent look, something is wrong with him, too - need him to do his job here…

 

Bothered already by the glare and the overly humid air - will be a scorcher - must get our beautiful spot all set and going early…

 

Bother1 & Bother2 - they indulge in their mutual fume - barely containing their unspoken words…

 

…Lured & Coaxed are involuntarily compelled to burst a bit more in laughter at the sight - we know we shouldn’t - if they could only see themselves - cheeks puffing, eyes bulging - if they could only let it out - if we only could…

 

…now about to explode, the bothered muse further at this personal assault - first those two rush thru here again - up to no good - now these two following, and sitting right down at our table, and now what? they mock me? Clowns, indecent all of them…

 

All at once, like a dance, overwhelming and commanding, theirs and all the elements find themselves in swirl - First, triggered by this spectacle from behind, Lured & Coaxed emit a burst of merriment - surreal and beyond containment - a bizarre and welco

 

…and there, suffering further at the unexpected show of joy at their attack of mirth, Bother1 & Bother2, cranky & crotchety, in their perpetual state of unease, they are at a loss - no direction or script to easily follow - no crystal clear and pure point of principal or straight path to rely upon - they must simply steep & stew a bit further…

 

…amid it all, the other elements of this lovely setting - this kindly gift of the Gods - they find their way, also, into this disrupted lil corner of the sphere - an upsurge in the fragrant breeze off of the sea conspires with a rush of tide and an upswell in waves to emit a forceful crash and pound upon the nearby rocks…

 

…stirred by these and their own wily sprightly spirits, a swoop of gulls invade, singing and exclaiming in a loud chorus that is at once soothing and alerting…

 

…gazing upon all of this, still dreading yet another interminably long day of crushingly boring labor in this swelter, even Ranger can’t stifle a cynical grin at the play before him - stirring even him to free a nano bit off the lead weighing upon his soul..

The lured ones - they are now force to face what they have known, inside, but have somehow lived with, contained - squinting in the early morning glare, out of their element, bizarre to be here in this special place of beauty - a place meant for serenity

 

…numb, heart-broken, like having been struck, he stared after her, torn between running after them, and ….. he really couldn’t think…

 

…she, she was falling, crashing, to see him revealed, with her - she’d long known, but now before her….  unsteady, she grabs her strange fellow as she feels herself sinking… 

 

…as out of control as she, he jumped at her forward touch, almost finishing them both, stumbling together towards the unforgiving hard stones, but they catch each other - another unsettling forcing this morn…

 

…made to cling and now reach and look, swerving at two chairs nearby, they and abruptly plop themselves down…

 

…barely noticing they are not alone, glimpsing other elements within this lovely nook - glaring eyes and a host of jumping and fluttering and squawking… 

 

…the beautiful morning beach scene was a blur to both of them, spinning out of control in their stunned view - now a harsh scraping - angry banging - jarred further, they recoiled at the sound, spinning and momentarily focusing on an old crouch, his mask of puffed cheeks & exaggerated sneer something from a cartoon - his caricature a performance of a grade school bully, stomping and wining and waving his arms - their fury momentarily broken by an impulsive of laughter that overcame him - is he serious? is he serious - he’s just one of those silly ones - if he could only see himself…

 

Thus these coaxed, jilted ones - they share a bit of welcome relief - share a knowing smile - impulsively they flash a beam of pure merriment back at the bothered one as they swivel around towards the objects of their own extreme fury…

>>Of Paradise Intrusions & Lovers’ Dares, of Passions & Obsessions - Glimpses into The Love Matters Series …

 >>Of Paradise Intrusions & Lovers’ Dares, of Passions & Obsessions - Glimpses into The Love Matters Series …

 

 

…with matters now in motion, with the all-too-familiar elements in place for convergence, our lovers balance and turn and offer this next segment of snips and patches of Summer - the blusterers will wait - tis time at this height of summer, amid the beauty of this city seascape - and amid their own daring breakout to better things - tis opportune to climb a bit further and gaze upon it all from a better vantage point…

 

…thus this journal of Seaside notes of ethereal correspondence grows - itself a convergence of their nano bits of inner voices joining in full chorus w the many beautiful elements of a seaside space as lovely as this at its’ seasonal peak…

 

…thus emerging, naturally, with the many already there, here and all around - virtual and physical, always of the deepest personal touch - of elevated souls, of swooping gulls and crashing waves and other passions and obsessions that are moving gentlefolk to daring displays of opposites:  emboldened ever more to show all their love across all aspects in counter balance to the building hateful and hurtful intrusions…

 

…strengthened our lovers are - possessed fully of the overall force of these Summer currents - of passions building & crashing - of their seaside corner of things full of special moments and special movements - they are finding their place from which to take it all in…

 

…as relentless forces converge and explode, stoking furies over narrow obsessions that spiral ever down and back, our two souls who dare the most, to the limit, they are rewarded with reminders that their opposite force of love is always the slower build, but the sure and vital counter, moving the sphere of happenings upwards and forward in grand emergence…

 

…with these next glimpses into our summer offerings of elsphere, a nexus is forming, a fundamental Center is growing around the sacred place they are carving within the realm…

 

…a place beyond, without limits, at once threatening and hopeful - always there, awaiting the dares of lovers across all aspects…

 

…thus a few more snips and patches are offered from the realm of pure grace…

 

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With the brilliant morning sun behind them, the lovers carefully seat themselves on the rocky high plateau of the cape.  From here they can see all the way back to the trail head; the many elements of this beautiful landscape are nicely in balance.

 

From their vantage point, the movements of people arriving at the plaza back there blends easily with the antics of the gulls and the swirl of the sea.  The rustic assembly of covered tables and thatch huts around the beautifully tiled plaza is but one part of the overall landscape.

 

Many many times, like magic, they have lost the hectic frenzy that usually accompanies them - the renewing spirit of live and love - of elevated state - a gift of the elsprights inhabiting this sacred place -  causing all of that to immediately evaporate as soon as their bare feet leave the tiles of plaza and sink into the sand.  

 

If only the tormented ones who seem to reside there perpetually would just venture forth, even a bit - stuck and caught in their obsessions, they are but a few steps from freedom, from release of spirit - just try a shift to the beach, even if they are unable, physically, to enjoy the many paths thru the scrub…

 

…such are their quiet thoughts as they take it all in - the scene before them is  perfectly illuminated in the early morning glow.

 

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From the popular trail head, the natural starting place for walkers and  runners - and others who simply wish to sit and revel - those same low fiery rays obscure the cape, silhouetted against the early sunrise.  A favorite gathering place, both for vacationers at this lovely seaside destination, and for residents of the nearby marvelous city.

 

Our lovers on the rocks above and their tormenters arriving below live nearby in their “village by the sea,” as they think of their unique metropolis, enthralled as they are with it’s small-town feel amid the bustle of big-time city. 

 

Outwardly silent - our lovers in their usual rendezvous high upon the rocks, they merge their inner voices via a variety of gestures and sighs and knowing touches - their shared notes thus:  there they really are - what are the odds indeed, after all, we did conspire - who is stalking who? - we asked for this - wonder what they are saying…

 

Renewed and now primed to push further - such are our lovers in their favorite place at dawn, taking in the gorgeous blend of wide, endless sea, brilliant sunrise skimming over the waves, the countless gulls and other elements of this awesome scene…

 

… yet amid all of this, a nano bit of movement below, over to one extreme, at the spot where they began their stroll, now ablaze in the early light…

 

…the focus of their distraction this morning, their other partners (as they think of them, now approaching the trail head together) - their silent musing continuing from their perch high upon the promontory:  from our past - from our very recent past - way past time to draw the line -  time to unveil “us” fully and move forward, at last…

 

…my god, distraction within distractions - look, a flash of light in the dark of the shade - our daffy/crazy ranger - there he is - he worries us to no end - pivot and focus back on our two - he is…

 

As these other two make their way from the parking area - simply a clearing of sand and gravel within the scrub - and approach the plaza at the trail head, they also find it strange, in way, that they have been lured here together.   They are longtime “significant others,” of the two on the rocks.  They have always been lovers across other aspects with their counterparts up high… 

 

…ensconced in relationships that have always been far more limited in nature, truth-be-told, than the ever deepening one of the two who have finally broken away and now coaxed them here.

 

They are quite familiar to each other from past encounters and gatherings of the four, and are in mutual contempt of their, now, former lovers.  

 

Naturally curious - nay compelled with a blinding urgency, they press each other for understanding of this bizarre convergence…

 

“He sent me a text, again - not directly asking me to be here, but sort of suggesting - so here I am - what’s your story?”

 

“More the other way around for me - we were doing our usual back and forth - trading insults - awful - I know she comes here to walk and run - with him - drives me mad - I said something smart about that - said we should meet and have it out - again - she very clearly told me to stay away - so I came!”

 

“I was more hopeful - always am.  He and I have had some really nice chats, or at least I thought so - wonderful, actually - it unsettles me to talk like that when I see them clearly together - and so happily so.  I’ve been through a lot and he really listens - seems to really care - so what is their situation - and yours with her?”

 

“Don’t know anymore - I have always thought she still cared for me - foolish, I guess, but I still do.  It sounds like, in some ways, that is similar with you and him.   But, clearly, as you say, their is more we need to know - maybe that’s why we are here.”

 

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Our lovers are observing the happenings from their perch, their elevated vantage point - all in context of the magic of this seascape at dawn…

 

…stirred by the gulls - entranced by their calls, by their swoops and soars - a pageantry of soft, soothing notes, mixed w harsh screeches and abrupt cries - at once amusing and concerning, mesmerizing and alerting… 

 

…an embodiment of els these are, elevated inner voices and spirits in many forms - now bursting and blossoming in all manners upon the force of this emergence, up and across on one current, down and back on another - our two take it all in, allow it all in - stretching, reaching, embracing, making the most…

 

…part of the tapestry, in their view - now in rhythm with the gulls and other elements, they pivot yet again, for a time, for an ethereal space, from these divine and sublime elements and back to these other two, their nemeses - with a clarity even more than what they usually enjoy together, they understand that is what they have become - their notes join the chorus - there they are, now moving directly into the trail head…

 

…whew boy - yikes, ma’m - screeching and soaring of a different aspect is about to begin there - already the norm in that lil corner of the sphere - oooooh 

 

Thus their silent thoughts build as one; they lean into each other and erupt at the underlying joy of it - not dismissing the genuine concern, but also not missing the overall humor, they let out their irrepressible laughter, their pi aspect of their own their mutual creation…

 

…look my love - all about us are creatures in convergence - dancing of elements from just the right view - these, like ourselves, some hugging and soothing - others, like those back there, jumping and waving and darting and exclaiming in their internal, self-sustaining urgency - their antics feeds each other - yes, all part of the pageantry from our elevated view - our elsphere…

 

…before us, all around us, see, feel how, together, these other wonderful elements balance themselves on the currents - floating then diving - abruptly carving out turns, then, some of them, ever-so-gently and gracefully, allowing themselves to be carried and caressed…

 

…and then all of these others, carving their own realm within it all, their obsessions of fear and bother feeding a different intensity…

 

…absorbing all of the collective mood, our lovers reach once more, grasping that their love does, indeed matter - it is the only counter that ultimately matters - it must ever and eternally be renewed…

 

…joined once again in the ultimate quest, their passion moving them to see, face, embrace and absorb it all in balance and grace - and thus enabling for the next, inevitable rounds of trials and test - when they must, and will, be beyond their very best…

 

Our lovers have helped to orchestrate an emergence of the fundamental elements that underly and elevate the sphere of happenings - or at least their lil corner of things. True to it’s eternal form, such convergences of spirits, of the vital passions

 

With forces now freed and set in motion, our lovers now find themselves carried along by the ethereal currents - and true to their special way, they now delight in twists and turns of their mutual venture, and in this next segment of our Summer Love Matters Series, glimpses from the vital, all powerful Center of things - the etherial eye of this benevolent storm that they have unleashed - another offering of stories of stories of genuine grace…

 

…this next segment is one of elevated views of the Summer currents - of the passions building & crashing - our seaside corner of things is now full of special moments & special movements - our seaside lovers are finding their place from which to take it all in…

 

…as relentless forces converge and blast, stoking furies over narrow obsessions, our two souls who dare the most, to the limit, they are rewarded with reminders that love really does matter…

 

…with these next glimpses into our summer offerings of elsphere, a nexus is forming, a fundamental Center is growing around the sacred place they are carving within the realm…

 

…a place beyond, without limits, at once threatening and hopeful - always there, awaiting the dares of lovers across all aspects…

 

…thus a few more snips and patches are offered from the formless realm of pure grace…

Our lovers are observing the happenings from their perch, their elevated vantage point - all in context of the magic of this seascape at dawn…

 

…stirred by the gulls - entranced by their calls, by their swoops and soars - a pageantry of soft, soothing notes, mixed w harsh screeches and and abrupt crashes - at once amusing and concerning, mesmerizing and alerting… 

 

…els, inner voices and spirits in many forms, up and across on one current, down and back on another - our two take it all in, allow it all in - stretching, reaching, embracing, making the most - now re-focusing, retaining their shared spirit, but turning back to their two nemeses…

 

…part of the tapestry, in their view - shifting away, for a time, for an ethereal space, from the divine and sublime elements and back to these other two, now moving directly into the trail head…

 

…whew boy - yikes, ma’m - screeching and soaring of a different aspect is about to begin there - already the norm in that lil corner of the sphere - oooooh 

 

Thus their silent thoughts build as one; they lean into each other and erupt at the underlying joy of it - not dismissing the genuine concern, but also not missing the overall humor, they let out their irrepressible laughter, their pi aspect of their own their mutual creation…

 

…all about them, creatures in convergence - those, like themselves, hugging and soothing - others, like those back there, jumping and waving and darting and exclaiming in their internal, self-sustaining urgency, their antics feeding each other - yes, all part of the pageantry from our elevated view - our elsphere…

 

…before us, all around us, see, feel how, together, these other wonderful elements balance themselves on the currents - floating then diving - abruptly carving out turns, then, some of them, ever-so-gently and gracefully, allowing themselves to be carried and caressed…

 

…and then all of these others, carving their own realm within it all, their obsessions of fear and bother feeding a different intensity…

 

…absorbing all the collective mood, our lovers pivot from these happenings, especially those from their past to other, more beautiful memories…

 

Emboldened and strengthened - such are our lovers in their favorite place at dawn, taking in the gorgeous blend of wide, endless sea, brilliant sunrise skimming over the waves, the countless gulls and other elements of this awesome scene…

 

… yet amid all of this, a nano bit of movement below, over to one extreme, at the spot where they began their stroll, now ablaze in the early light…

 

 

…the focus of their distraction this morning, their other partners (as they have referred to this odd pairing many times, now approaching the trail head together) - their silent musing continuing from their perch high upon the promontory of the beautiful cape:  from our past - from our very recent past - way past time to draw the line -  time to unveil “us” fully and move forward, at last…

 

As these other two make their way from the parking area - simply a clearing of sand and gravel within the scrub - and approach the plaza at the trail head, they also find it strange, in way, that they have been lured here together.   They are longtime “significant others,” of the two on the rocks.  They have always been lovers across other aspects with their counterparts up high… 

 

…ensconced in relationships that have always been far more limited in nature, truth-be-told, than the ever deepening one of the two who have finally broken away and now coxed them here.

 

They are quite familiar to each other from past encounters and gatherings of the four, and are in mutual contempt of their, now, former lovers.  

 

Naturally curious - nay compelled with a blinding urgency, they press each other for understanding of this bizarre convergence…

 

“He sent me a text, again - not directly asking me to be here, but sort of suggesting - so here I am - what’s your story?”

 

“More the other way around for me - we were doing our usual back and forth - trading insults - awful - I know she comes here to walk and run - with him - drives me mad - I said something smart about that - said we should meet and have it out - again - she very clearly told me to stay away - so I came!”

 

“I was more hopeful - always am.  He and I have had some really nice chats, or at least I thought so - wonderful, actually - it unsettles me to talk like that when I see them clearly together - and so happily so.  I’ve been through a lot and he really listens - seems to really care - so what is their situation - and yours with her?”

 

“Don’t know anymore - I have always thought she still cared for me - foolish, I guess, but I still do.  It sounds like, in some ways, that is similar with you and him.   But, clearly, as you say, their is more we need to know - maybe that’s why we are here.”