maids & matrons

Brave women with stereotypically feminine virtues, kind and patient and loving, and the older, gruff and world-weary anti-heroes who fall for them.

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She broke down and let it out screaming, crying. And when she was done, he knelt down to face her, never touching her, and he said: “Jesus, woman. Put yourself together, nothing tragic happened. You need time, you need space, I can give you those. But you can’t count on me to solve your problems for you. I can listen, but the choices are yours to make. It is as you said, you can’t look up to me for security, for happiness. You won’t find it except in yourself. Your are young and bright, and alive. You search for yourself, but you won’t find yourself in another person. I can’t show you the way. Here I offer you my hand, but you have to take it yourself. If you want to, I can hold you until you feel the ground beneath your feet again. But after that, you need to stand up yourself, to resume walking to yourself, for yourself. Walking, that is all you need to do. I have my own path to tread while I hold you. Take a deep breath, turn on some music, go paint or do laundry or whatever gets you through the worst of it. I will be here when you are ready, as I am now.”

What kind of and kind of didn’t happen at all, yesterday.

Do you remember those flowers by the highway, growing divine by themselves? How you marveled at them, breathed them in, how their colors shone brightly, sunlit? Can you recall the reverberating mystical sanctity of a rainy night, the light wet and fluttering beneath the streetlamps? The flow of that song that makes you close your eyes and swing your body, an entranced pendulum? The smile of that old woman, passing you by; the bitter bite of morning coffee; the click in your mind and in your fingers after you get the gist of a piano sequence. They are all there in you, for you. All you need to do is keep walking.”

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