Proverbial Woman, Chapter 3, Part 3

Right at that moment, it seemed as if I was thrust into a strangely connecting unfamiliar place. Moreover. Drawn into a somewhat distant, panoramic view of what my life had become—an unrecognizable collage of a faintly images, casting a distorted reflection of myself, hovering before a spiritual haze uncertainty. Poised in witness, just weeping and dying before the mercy of time. Mirroring a Willow tree at the end of its seasonal charm, sitting alone in a desolate field effortlessly shedding its foliage under the wiliness of unmerciful winds.

‘Surely this couldn’t be the end of my journey,’ I thought to myself. ‘But what do I know about tomorrow…I’m only living for today, right? What varying uncertainties of chance prevail out of speculative love? What brilliance of its clarity yields under the consistency of forgiveness?

Never have I known, nor have I ever been given the insightfulness of reason to discern the power of love from the unjust of trust. But who am I to walk amongst the blessed and not know their cause of happiness. This man’s version of love made more sense to me than any textbook I’ve read over the past seven years.’

Still reeling from the session itself, I began to shift around on the lounger to get comfortable. Glancing around as I considered other options, I aimlessly noticed a small, yellow-cellophane covered basket placed in the corner of the sofa.

Peering more intently as I focused in on its contents beneath its wrapping, after a few passing moments I found myself getting up and walking over toward it. Drawing closer, I noticed a little note attached to it. As I reached for it I immediately spotted the scented candles, along with a few bottles of lemon-scented bubble bath granulates.

‘That Devin…someday I’ll come to know how he knew it is my favorite scent,’ I thought to myself.

After a few moments I turned and took a seat. Full of anticipation, I quickly proceeded to open the note he had written. First skimming over the words to get a sense of what to expect, I then slowly started reading. It read: “Out of the humbleness of life is found an unyielding sense of grace. A place from where dignity blossoms out of humility, rendering understanding of the veracities of love.”