The Veil

When did I know? Probably all along. Not explicitly. Not consciously.
But there was always a knowing. A sense that there were limits. Barriers between us.

You drew a veil at the very edge of authentic, honest connection, so close and sheer that I thought I was on the inside of it. Yet when I look back, I wonder if I was ever really that close. Or did I just imagine it, the projection of a child’s mind wishing for unconditional love and belonging?

The corner that you now find yourself in is the result of thousands of small steps over a lifetime, your direction appearing so determined. You’ve come too far to look up, let alone turn around. The primal need for self preservation is too great to be questioned. The voices around you are just noise. At least that is how it looks from my side of the veil. I can only wonder.

Meanwhile the dissonance between paralysis and propulsion continues. The rest of us are once again in the throes of the journey, trying to remember to not mistake contact for connection. We attempt to ride the latest wave of breakthroughs only to find we were only ever in a whirlpool.

I no longer seek to pull back the veil. With barrier in place, I rest in between storms. There is love. There is care. But I do not take responsibility for dismantling what you built. This veil is yours and yours alone. I sit with an open heart in the world of my making. Now and forever, you are invited to join me.