One of the mountain tales for one of the kids as we head up into Strathcona, from the heart, with a touch of reflection on what this year is bringing me and Becs as we learn more about ourselves and each other and what might be possible.
The traveller and the princess meet and talk of marriage and what they hope it will bring to the world. They sound each other out. A force of good. Good will. Beauty. Openness. Generosity. Strength. Growth.
For them themselves, for those closest around them, their children, beyond, beyond the palace walls.
They share this vision.
All about them are open-faced-hearted children. They’ve been playing some beautiful make-believe amongst the rocks, and they return to lie with parents, one cheek on rock beside the stove, face rid of its vigor for the world, as parents battle, niggle, crotchet, attack, counter, endlessly.
But they don’t really see that.
Much later they are old and wise and they have learned that it’s good to re-imagine our lives as seen through other’s eyes. Maybe strangers. Maybe someone young who you care about greatly, who you want to see the beauty of the world.
What do they make of their union, that giving of each other’s life?
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