Drew and I were on our way to our usual walk along West Cliff, a beautiful stretch along the Santa Cruz coast and, depending on the route we take, we will often come across railroad tracks.
When we arrive at the tracks, we tend to jump onto them and race one another. Well, race is hardly the word. It’s more like step, step, wobble, breathe, step, step, step faster, whoa, aaargh, fall.
Pretty soon, though, we both find our rhythm. We have our individual methods. For me, it’s a practice of staying extremely centered in my body. If I start thinking ahead, or spacing out, I inevitably lose my balance. We’ve both gotten pretty good at walking the thin stretch of steel on our own.
And then one day, Drew ventured, “I wonder what it would be like if we held hands?” He reached out for my hand and with the added support, we found that we could literally run down the tracks.
We still needed to maintain our own balance, but the connection between the two of us suddenly allowed us to do something that would have been impossible on our own.
And such has been the beauty of the Beloved relationship. Drew and I both love our independence, we can both stand on our own, but our relationship constantly takes us to new heights and experiences neither of which we could attain alone.
Here’s to the power of exponential math!
All my love,