Satia:
Although I have no earthly clue how long it took, I became more grounded again and more myself. All during this, I was steading under your reassuring comfort and support. And all during this, the experience was sinking down, down, down, into the most enticing, embracing, enthralling place, deep in me like a regained childhood keepsake that is now worth a fortune and yet still pricelessly personal. It was settling, settling down inside, like a blanket floating down to cover a sleeper or a net capturing a sea creature in the dark depths of the ocean. It was falling down and filling me in the corners, the empty niches, the triggers of fulfillment and excitement and connection. It was then that I began to wonder if I could do more... next time...
When you left me, lying there in bed and truly exhausted, I was more content and safe and fulfilled than I can ever remember being. I was light as a woman without connections to the ground, deep as the roots of the world, solid as the density of platinum and blackness and crowds on New Year's Eve in Times Square. And so unbelievably, undeniably happy.
And that was the evening of my torment, the physical culmination of weeks on end of preparation, anticipation, eagerness and fear. A culmination that excelled and shook me to my core... made me so alive, and wondering just how to get even more... next time........ :)
After we had a chance to discuss the evening and begin to process it, the fatigue began to creep in. I tucked Satia under the covers in my bed. Before I headed for the cot in the living room, I took this picture of Satia, already halfway to dreamland. You'll notice she is not sleeping on her back.
Sweet dreams, Satia.