Mi Alma

 So. . .I write. These were the first lines . She said them confidently.

Eyes closed and smiled. Wanting attention I just smiled and walked away. Felt an energy. She needing attention. Peacocking for what she missed. Attractive sure, but my sense, is her father was distant. Always at work and coming home needing some space. Hiding in a room, watching Tv. Too tired to play.

Di, on the her own played with dolls and created elaborate scenarios. The chance encounter, the Prince coming in to save her. Being taken to some magical castle where all her wishes come true. She develops a scenario where all fawn over and with sparing interest she smiles.

A life where her mother babies and the rest of the family provides for her every need. Not showing boundaries. She becomes rude and blunt. This straight forwardness, I like. However, social conventions dictate a modicum of cordiality. This rareness is inviting. Still its a game and she seems well versed.

So instead I leave. Walking away to her astonishment. This game and my reluctance inadvertently starts something that should have died. Instead, I fear may be a ruination of the life I know.

Stupid laws of attraction. Being drawn and repelled. You ask the Universe and she provides you this. Not what you expected. Not what you planned. Still the Universe is smart. When you ask and she provides, do not be so dismissive. Like waves crashing the beach, she is unrelenting. Many defy these moments. However, she is a force. She will carve that wall and make pebbles of you.

Recognize this is purpose in her ways. So Flow.

Yield but do not break. Accept this torrent and rise. There is something deep here. An undercurrent that will drag you to through the rough reef. Scarring and biting at your flesh. Instead of fighting it, just swim with and right or left. These options the Universe will provide. Remember there are other forces unseen and all this will   nadir.

This leap. . .For what its worth, and it may be much, I take that leap and walk away.

She is angered and will pursue.

So cut short or long haul?

This is a tough one.

A lifetime at hand and possibilities endless.

This is what I asked for and it comes to this.

What is Mi Alma saying?

"So. . .I write." This is what Mi Alma says.