round peg/square hole at nautilus teachings

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“and why do you
have these things?,”
he asked her…
‘well, the long
cardboard pole is
to make a mast
and the soft fabric
for my sails…
because one day,
one day
i
will
sail
away…”
he studied her
began reading
her body
like a short story
then laughed
“do you really think
you can make
something
out
of nothing?
these bits
of mashed paper
and woven threads?
really?
you
are bat shit crazy,
i just knew you were…”
he laughed
stared at her
big, glistening
brown eyes
watched her lips tremble…
she was slight in nature
tall
lean
bendable
like
a weeping willow
her hair hung loosely
a bit of a mess, actually…

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‘and then,’ she added
‘i will add lots of colorful threads
to hold it all together…
i will paint it all in
hues of blue…
and then…’
she grabbed
the long
cardboard pole
pulled it toward her
as her eyes scanned
the length…
‘then,
i will hoist my sail
and take off
with the wind,
sun at my back,
i will be sailing
upon a
wing and a prayer…’
then she did the most
outrageous thing
she stilled
dropped her dress
to the floor
and stood before
him
bare…
he straightened his glasses
took a deep breath
and scanned her
head to toe…
she was a beauty
even in middle age
a bit scarred
from life
but oh,
how she made his
heart sing…
he loved her.
quirkiness and all.
loved her unbound
creativity
her willingness
to believe
in the impossible…
she truly believed
she could sail away
with a paper mast and
tiny sail
she believed that much
in herself
that he was frozen
locked up
inside her
imagined world
willing to let himself go
be caught up
in the ebb and flow
of
just
her…

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he never really
stilled long enough
to watch her paint
he would blast
in and out
like a quick
summer shower
dropping a word
or two,
“nice…
hmmm…
what is it?”
she would ignore
his comments
lost in a world
where she needed
no one
wanted only
to be left alone
with her
paints
canvas
and
dreams…
“well,”
he whispered
“i suppose
i should leave
you to it, then?”
she smiled
walked toward him
pressed her
soft lips
upon his
and said,
‘yes,
i believe so…
unless you wish
to throw paint with me…
you didn’t think i
dropped my dress
for you, did you?’
and then
she
smiled…
big
happy
her entire self
lit up
followed
by a reverberating giggle
that shook her
entire being
making her
jiggle in certain places
he was mesmerized …
she then turned
so he could
see her back side…
“no,
no, no, no,”
he muttered
almost
stuttering
“i think i shall
retreat
to the outside,
play ball
with the boys
and have
a nice long soak
in the hot tub…..
join me?”
‘hmmm,
sounds
inviting…’

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she barely whispered
then she turned
pulling her arm back
and before
he could move
SPLAT!
she got him
straight on
the nose
with paint…
“this is war…”
he said
‘oh really?
challenge accepted…’
this was
their life
as husband and wife
she colored his
very intellectual
bleak world
and he
grounded her…
together
they played like children
loved like newlyweds
lived like ordinary folk
fixed whatever was broken
built everything they could
always working
together
side by side
knowing
she was the
round peg
filling up his
very square hole…

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