my heart would reach toward. Then
this morning again and you.”
What if every day your heart reached toward the same person, knowing your two souls were inter-connected, your spirits spoke the same language, and together your lives created beauty… what if every morning your heart reached toward the same person and begged you to please please just let it love.
Would you say no?
Some would ask that you do.
Some would ask that you deny the authenticity of your heart, soul and spirit for the sake of … of what, exactly? Fear? Tradition? Maybe just blinding confusion? I’m not sure. And I’m not sure that the “what” or the “why” even matters.
But I am sure that when Love calls, I’m going to answer.
When Love presents itself to me, I’m going to embrace it.
When my heart begs for fulfillment and the permission to Love completely and honestly, I’m going to grant that request.
In fact, I already did.
Because, like me, my Love is a woman.
Those last three words change everything. Those three words have the power to negate everything else I’ve said, everything else I’ve done. Everything else I am.
So then, what if, for even one day, those three words just didn’t matter? What if instead the only words that mattered were all the others… like “Love” and “authenticity” and “honesty” and “ beauty”????
What if … ???
text and photos by Starla J. King
(Note: this entry is the first in the new “Anatomy of Love” blog series – a personal look at the experience of a Lesbian Mennonite navigating the unpredictable waters of non-traditional faith and love)