Our legs tangled together as we woke up with the morning sunlight soaking into our skin. I lay there, taking you in. Staying quiet, put paying attention to your body. How you move in the morning… in the sunlight. We lay quiet for a little while, listening to the morning outside the open window. The cool air blows across our skin. I roll over and you hold me close. I feel safe in your arms. I feel safe by your side. I like waking up next to you.
Sometimes "real" is our desire for a particular and preferred frame of reference to materialize. Our expectations may cause us to spend years believing the frame will be realized only because we once had it and want it again. Real is when we cease to wait for something to frame up. Waiting =/= Living. ~Zest of Life
Right thinking and right actions lead to right feelings. Counselee says, "You can't teach an old dog new tricks." Counselor replies, "Well it's a good thing you're not a dog. Let's take a look at the Scriptures."