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24 Hours a reflection. doubt, honesty, passion, and care. blog to follow in first comment. |
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she reflects on the past 24 hours. How she arrived to His home. How she had to tell Him something. How she was so worried about it. Would He not accept her limits and her needs? Would He ask her to leave? "Maybe i will not bring it up", she thinks, "not tonight." she isn't so lucky. He brings it up. And she blurts it out. her keyed up, overwrought emotion coming through in her voice. In her words. But it's real. And He hears her. And He listens. And He says it's ok, and that she is a good girl for expressing how she feels. And that she pleases Him so much. And His hands are on her body and His lips are on her lips and, hours later, they are sated, cuddled together, resting on the big, soft bed. **** Early the next morning. "Sir, am i still Your good girl?" "Yes, you are." **** Later that morning. He tells her that he wants to try something else with her car. He's been going through some basic trouble shooting steps to try and fix her broken AC. On a whim---or it's instinct, probably. He checks her car fluids. "Before you go, we'll be going to the auto store. you're low on oil. Transmission fluid. Brake fluid." she sits on the porch steps, a few feet away, as He works. He is in his work clothes. On his back, in the driveway. He is working on her car. Reverently, she takes the moment in. The sunshine, the breeze. The soft hum of passing traffic. The sight of Him. What He is doing for her, and what it means. **** she's never had a man in her life help her like this. she never asked Him to. Just a passing comment, the first time they met, back in the heat of mid-summer. How hot she'd been on the drive out, all four windows rolled down. "I have to make sure my baby's car is working so that she can come and see me" He says, in His lighthearted way. The drive to the auto parts store. she is quiet, but her mind is working. Yesterday evening. How frightened she was. How ready to be dismissed. she is used to not being enough, and being discarded. she is used to men saying they care, but not showing it. This, she is not used to. **** she hopes that it is real, and that it will last.
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11/21/2023 5:05 pm |
sounds like a good man 
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11/21/2023 5:46 pm |
sounds like a good man
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What is "culture"? The things we do everyday without thinking. Who is "cultured"? The person who does those things when no one is watching, because that is what one does.
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Sounds like the beginning of a beautiful friendship. Isn't that what the best relationships are based on?
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11/24/2023 2:18 am |
Pomonagirl, Thank you for your reply in your comments section of your blog. The sad news that this is a learnt behaviour and usually exist in those societies which are more authoritarian, paternal or (sily word) fathernal, or fatherly because in these societies adults demand from children that they respect adults'. This is learnt from family to schools and the society cements it into the brain of human. But in a disorganizing society where only the ego, the "I and I and I exist and nobody else, because I have rights, human rights", well, these good things, like "I have obligations, not only rights" disappears. This is my experience. In authoritarian countries the state usually says that "first you perform your obligations, then we can talk about rights." What type of obligations? "You have obligations toward your father, mother, grandparents, relatives, society, and the homeland", these are demanding tasks. Of course this is an ideal thing and even in authoritarian countries the societies are more complex than this and human are not rule-abiding, but rule-breaker, this is in our nature.
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A wonderful beginning.
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