Let's talk about blessings; small as a simple shell on the beach, beautifully hidden amongst the sand and sea glass, dazzling as it reflects the buring sun.
Sometimes blessings show themselves in compassionate likeness; a passion of words, spinning like a spell in the air, they melt and form into an image so incredibly vivid; a gypsies ribbon on the purple moor.
They come and take months to see; a shadow following, in every corner they wait for you to reach out your hand of light and meet them halfway. They are there, if you are willing to see and grasp them.
There is a beautiful complexity in a person; a never ending canvas, different colors schemes for different phases of our lives, how unique every single one is, how exquisite. With complexity comes loneliness; a waltz in an abandoned ballroom only the single swish of movement can be heard.
Until at one moment there are hands around your waist, warmth against your back; a flame in a hearth on a snowy winters evening. There is hot breath upon your ear, a hand around your throat; a cool glass clear pool on a summers day.
Blessings come in all shapes and sizes; a light touch on your cheek, a strong fist in your hair. There are thoes we have yet to discover and yet to earn and that is the elegance in blessings. They are infinite.
I have found my most recent blessing in my Master and my Beast; a compassionate set of arms to keep me warm and a frighteningly sharp set of claws to keep me safe.
If this Slave is to never get another blessing in her life, if she has forsaken the being of all beings then so be it. For she had her Master and her Beast, and then home in which their arms incircled is all I have ever wanted, had ever hoped for. If I were to get anything more at all; they would a blessing.
-Pandaish