Within the darkened room glowed a tree of evergreen. Its branches laden with soft golden light and individual tokens of memory commanded one’s eyes to look at nothing else. All- furnishings, thoughts, and to-do lists- fell back in the wake of its presence.
To approach it is to be drawn into the story it tells. A love never-ending and forever green. A family both present and generations past, all at the same time. Travels to spots of wonder and magic. And always, Home.
So it is with the sparkling memories from this past year, that i treasure and ponder in my heart, taking me back, yet hurtling me in a dizzying tumble of onward.
A hotel room at a point beyond our comprehension, with the North Sea just outside our window, tied to a chair, arms, hands, legs and ankles secured. Bound, but completely free within His ministrations.
A night of dripping, searing wax forming concentric patterns upon my virgin back. Heat, gasps of pleasure and pain, and smiles that made my face hurt, fill my mind’s eye again on this winter day.
A chain from the ceiling, promising intensity beyond what i thought was possible, beckoned then and still to trust, to keep pursuing the next great adventure.
My memories are both distant and constant in that beautiful plane of time that surely exists, the Now. Each one like an ornament, glittering and deftly touched, cause me to celebrate anew a love, a passion, that has been and will be, both fulfilled and alluring.
Always.
Rule 34: Pain and pleasure shall be with me always – in my thoughts and my fantasies – for the contrast strengthens me to behave in the manner my Master expects of me. Such thoughts and fantasies are tainted with the memories i have from the last time i was in the presence of my Master. He is with me always.
