I was pulled out of my sweet oblivion by a woman’s laughter echoing from the hall. She was already here. Time to meet her.
I stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in a light robe that barely covered my nakedness, clearly shocking everyone in the room. Despite my forced acceptance of the unexpected guest, on a subconscious level I was driven by the urge to mark my territory and make it clear who the alpha female was.
In reality, though, our guest turned out to be a very sweet girl—no threat at all to the growing connection between Snake and me. We quickly found common ground and spent the evening talking about feminine practices. My heart completely melted when she pulled a meditation deck out of her backpack and disappeared into her practice for an hour, gently swaying her hips to the sensual rhythms flowing from the speaker, while Snake and I improvised on the drums in perfect unison.
“Those rhythms sounded incredibly deep when we joined in on the drums. Yours—powerful, mine—subtle. Together—a perfect union,” I wrote in my telegram channel that night.
“The thought of another woman entering the space had thrown me off balance,” I confessed quietly later that evening, once we were finally alone.
“I could tell,” Snake said softly.
Yes, I had to admit it—first and foremost to myself—that our relationship was more than friendship, more than teaching or potential collaboration. My creativity—his structure; my ideas—his ability to make them happen. But most importantly, a completely shared direction of growth, stretching years—even decades—into the future.
“I don’t know why this is happening to us, but it seems like we’re meant to move forward together, Snake,” I summed up our dreamy conversation that night, covered in goosebumps from head to toe, stunned by the incredible improbability of it all.
“Then so be it,” he replied, looking at me with protective tenderness. “Let’s head to bed—it’s almost dawn.”
He walked me to my room, then headed to his own.
Of course, we both felt that despite the obvious soul connection, it was still too early to take it to the next level. I wasn’t ready. My body hadn’t said “yes” yet. My illness kept reminding me of itself, despite all the therapies I was undergoing. And imagining us making love on a physical level was much harder than feeling that merge on an energetic plane.
“So, this is how it is for now. I trust the perfect timing. After all, this is just the beginning of our shared path,” I thought, drifting into a peaceful sleep.
I stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in a light robe that barely covered my nakedness, clearly shocking everyone in the room. Despite my forced acceptance of the unexpected guest, on a subconscious level I was driven by the urge to mark my territory and make it clear who the alpha female was.
In reality, though, our guest turned out to be a very sweet girl—no threat at all to the growing connection between Snake and me. We quickly found common ground and spent the evening talking about feminine practices. My heart completely melted when she pulled a meditation deck out of her backpack and disappeared into her practice for an hour, gently swaying her hips to the sensual rhythms flowing from the speaker, while Snake and I improvised on the drums in perfect unison.
“Those rhythms sounded incredibly deep when we joined in on the drums. Yours—powerful, mine—subtle. Together—a perfect union,” I wrote in my telegram channel that night.
“The thought of another woman entering the space had thrown me off balance,” I confessed quietly later that evening, once we were finally alone.
“I could tell,” Snake said softly.
Yes, I had to admit it—first and foremost to myself—that our relationship was more than friendship, more than teaching or potential collaboration. My creativity—his structure; my ideas—his ability to make them happen. But most importantly, a completely shared direction of growth, stretching years—even decades—into the future.
“I don’t know why this is happening to us, but it seems like we’re meant to move forward together, Snake,” I summed up our dreamy conversation that night, covered in goosebumps from head to toe, stunned by the incredible improbability of it all.
“Then so be it,” he replied, looking at me with protective tenderness. “Let’s head to bed—it’s almost dawn.”
He walked me to my room, then headed to his own.
Of course, we both felt that despite the obvious soul connection, it was still too early to take it to the next level. I wasn’t ready. My body hadn’t said “yes” yet. My illness kept reminding me of itself, despite all the therapies I was undergoing. And imagining us making love on a physical level was much harder than feeling that merge on an energetic plane.
“So, this is how it is for now. I trust the perfect timing. After all, this is just the beginning of our shared path,” I thought, drifting into a peaceful sleep.