this thing called time

a beautiful teacher, as beautiful as the two katy had, where

“There are two teachers in the school,
  One has a gentle voice and low,
And smiles upon her scholars, as
  She softly passes to and fro.
Her name is Love; ’tis very plain
She shuns the sharper teacher, Pain.

“Or so I sometimes think; and then,
  At other times, they meet and kiss,
And look so strangely like, that I
  Am puzzled to tell how it is,
Or whence the change which makes it vain
To guess if it be – Love or Pain.

lessons i have learnt, sometimes little, sometimes simple. and sometimes, it’s really a matter of expecting these lessons, so that when it comes, i am aware. aware is a complicated word, but it fits enough. but- i promised photos.

eeps. i didn’t realise they’d come out like that. i’ll try again on another place, or something.

 

in other words, my mind marked the month long anniversary of my transition here by dreaming, last night. we do not put much significance into dreams, but mine was clear enough. last night, i dreamt that i got married.

marrying was fun enough, i suppose, although my marriage was combined with a wedding dinner. it seemed to me that my marriage, for some reason i could not fanthom, was an arranged one. i did not know my groom; although i chatted with him like i would have meeting anyone new. i suppose we got along well enough for the marriage. i recall that my husband (!) was a career focused man, so wealth was not going to have been a problem. we were hurried to the upper deck after the ceremony (did i get married on his private yatch?) to watch his surprise for me, fireworks on water. i was happy, but pensive. my wedding was attended by so few. did no one else know that i was getting married.