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Spirituality Information - Journey In The Fields Of Forever ( Part 42)

“A few more days then I’m gone again,” I answered. We walked for a little while then sat on the sand watching the tide come in. There are times when words are grossly inadequate to describe a moment, times when the best thing to say is nothing. It was as if the first person to utter a sound would be guilty of breaking the magical spell. So it was, as we sat there that evening hardly saying a word. Finally, it was time to return to the hotel.

I got up, brushing the sand away as she stretched her arms, motioning me to pull her up. “This evening, ”I quipped,“Henry Herbert Knibbs, was out there somewhere,” as I drew her up, effortlessly, closer to me. She looked into my eyes, smiled and held my hand for a while. Tenderly, I moved my fingers through her golden hair, drew her face a little closer as her half-opened lips reached upto mine. And out there somewhere on a foreign strand the full moon peeked out from behind the clouds.

There are seconds when all eternity is condensed into an instant, when an instant reaches across eternity into glorious universes. There are moments whose feelings you want to freeze into emotional ice cubes, to be defrosted and savored at some future time. The kiss, passionate and tender at the same time, permeated my entire being leaving me breathless, caught between time and space in an aura of light and darkness, between two realities. Such was the mystery of this enigmatic woman who I held in my arms. Ever so slowly she drew away until I could see her face by the dim evening lights. The wind blew a little stronger and a slight chill filled the air as I smiled at her and whispered, “That was wonderful.” We stood, arms around each other, quietly looking toward the ocean. Here again was a chance to make this moment into something more permanent. I knew I wanted to take her back to the hotel or, perhaps, just stay with her on the beach for the rest of the night. But once more, just like the other times before, I felt the urge to move on.

Exquisite as the moment had been, it was only ships passing in the night. “What are you thinking?” I asked. “That was nice . really nice,” she replied. “Strange how things turn out, don’t you think?” I said. “Yes,” she responded, and then added, “you know, every once in a while, wherever I am I’ll wonder if you ever found your Penelope out there somewhere. Ships passing in the night. Good night, John.

Happy journeys.” She turned and walked slowly back to the hotel. I didn’t follow, but stood watching her move farther and farther away. Before disappearing over a little ridge, she looked back, threw me a kiss and was gone. I never saw her again. We hardly knew anything about each other — the type of work we did, where each other came from, what were our likes and dislikes, only that for a brief moment in time, two souls met in their journey in the Fields of Forever. The ringing phone ended my reverie and brought me back to the present. It was Marla announcing that Gideon had arrived and we would meet in the restaurant instead of the balcony in about Five Minutes. To read the rest of the story visit http://www.spiritual-simplicity.

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