alive

Today with the full moon I am feeling this extraordinary sense of aliveness. A new energy is flooding me, bringing me back to earlier times in my life where I was filled with passion, enthusiasm, hope. Given so may years of alternately feeling frustrated, angry, hopeless, jumping out of my skiing anxious, despair, terror, exhausted, flat lined, indifferent, stressed, or squeezed this is beyond a welcomed relief. It somehow made me think of a poem I wrote some years ago in memory of one of the most powerful few hours of my life.  I had felt one of the most stunning feelings of connection I ever remember. I write of first merely seeing then meeting a person for less then 24 hours and how his memory stayed with me. As best as I remember, we never touched beyond a possible hug. Maybe we did, I truly don’t remember if we kissed but I am fairly sure we did not. It was beside the point. The feeling of aliveness was a tsunami of joy. What I am beginning to experience is something similar. Part of it is new connections and interesting experiences opening to spaces in my life that had been closed for a very long time. Yet more of it is no longer looking primarily to an outside source for my sense of connection or joy.

Super Chief 2/5/11

It was one day like any other

I sit eating the microwave chicken on plasticware

Glance up

Eyes catch across two tables, lock and freeze

Lightening flashes between us I can not look down

My uniform no defense I stare paralyzed

Heart pounding staccato rhythms

Mind blank

The dark landscape passes unheeded

Mountains dim in the moonlight

The pull an ocean tide unstoppable sweeping me to dark water I want to rise and grab him

Meeting again after eons apart this stranger I never knew

My heart swears we’ve known each other across millennium

I want to swim in his eyes and drown

Finally I remember who and where I am I can not approach him

Know I’d be lost forever

Job hurtled away in impatience I haul myself to the back of the train pacing

Forget my duties as supervisor of the staff

Meaningless

How can they quench this firestorm?

Stay in the back of the train

Afraid to actually come in range

Sleepless I finally cross into dangerous territory

Checking seats for his sleeping form

Breathless when I discover him

Peer at his hatcheck in the dim light

Going to Lamy, no doubt onto Santa Fe

Breath easier knowing we have almost 12 hours to be within a crossable distance of each other

Morning light I prowl

Steps jerky and controlled

Unable to cage myself any longer I rush through the train

He sits in the lounge car

Eyes penetrate “I’ve been waiting for you” he says immediately

We steal into a unoccupied room and talk for hours

Every secret revealed

The bond a connection solid as stone

One I have never known

The seconds tick away

Squeeze a lifetime into a few hours

Heart beats over 30 years later remembering

Molten gold pours through me in awe

Trees, tunnels, mountains pass in a blur

His stop approaches I hit the ground with him

Every muscle straining to fly away together

My feet move after him

The call of job, boyfriend absolutely worthless

Yet now I am speechless

Unable to trace his departure

Decades later, the certainty smolders

Etched in my heart

What stopped me

Question for years why I didn’t ask for phone or address

Wonder where the magnetic pull will sweep me next

4 Replies to “alive”

    • Yes, it is like another world, was a great job while I had it. I met so many interesting people who spoke so freely as though the train were a place where all rules of separation went out the window. Couple that with the constantly shifting gorgeous landscapes and it was quite an experience.

  1. S… Are you sure that he was a mortal human? I had a similar experience. I had a car accident & just before I totalled the car & was knocked unconscious, I said sorry for leaving (to my kids)… but I lived & as I gained consciousness a perfect male offered to assist me climb out of the wreckage & he held my hand by the road. I didnt ask his name & he was immaculately dressed & divine!!! Later on I saw a photo of Master Hilarion & I knew it was him. Trisha Downunder

    • Interesting, I never thought of that. As I said, the energy of it has stayed with me for decades. There was something almost unearthly about it, it was so intense. You may be on to something. I don’t remember at all how he looked, only the feeling, yet I don’t remember anything unusual except of course that he was adorable. Wonderful story about how you were assisted after your accident. Life is so magical and mysterious!

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