The Hope of Loving

Vincent sitting on the ledge at the falls, Father behind him, his hand on his shoulder

Grace of Beginning


Vincent heard him coming, the steady if slow step still two cornerings and a rubbled incline away. The advance was but a herald – soon the assessment, the interrogation. Was there no place he could go, save his dark river, where he would be left alone with his thoughts? He flung a stone into the pool's depths, counted the consequent ripples.

Father hesitated at the entrance to the falls. "Catherine told me I'd find you here."

"I'm here," Vincent said. As I will ever be. Behind him ... the scuff of boots, a hand on his shoulder.

"She said she was going away for the week. Leaving for Connecticut to ready her lake house to sell."Father, looking down on Vincent, speaking to him

He nodded and flung another stone.

Father cleared his throat. "She and I had quite the talk. Quite the talk, indeed."

Did you, now? He wanted to snarl the words, but sighed and closed his eyes instead. Already she was far away, too far away, soon to be farther, closing the doors to a cherished world. Until then, she'd vowed, we'll keep on dreaming. There would be no then. Today, tomorrow, forevermore, a poem for a sunset.

"She offered me a few ... suggestions," Father continued. "I've seen the light, as they say."

Another flung stone. The light? She takes it with her.

"There's no one at the lake this time of year, Vincent."

He drew in a long breath, held it close. Fall, the schools in session, the summer families returned to their cities, the cabins' windows shuttered against the still expanse of water reflective of branch and brilliant leaf, of cloud and cornflower sky. "And green and golden I was ..." he muttered, not quite to himself. In the sun that is young once only, time let me play and be golden ...1 The whisper of hope was but fantasy. Fantasy.

"I asked her to delay her departure. She'll not leave until morning. She's already rented a van to accommodate the return of her belongings." Father shuffled his retreat, his last words called softly from the entranceway. "Remember Meister Eckhart's theory. What keeps us alive; what allows us to endure? I think it is the hope of loving or being loved. Go to her. Go ... with her. This once."



For a New Beginning
In out-of-the-way places of the heart,
Where your thoughts never think to wander,
This beginning has been quietly forming,
Waiting until you were ready to emerge.
For a long time it has watched your desire,
Feeling the emptiness growing inside you,
Noticing how you willed yourself on,
Still unable to leave what you had outgrown.
It watched you play with the seduction of safety
And the gray promises that sameness whispered,
Heard the waves of turmoil rise and relent,
Wondered would you always live like this.
Then the delight, when your courage kindled,
And out you stepped onto new ground,
Your eyes young again with energy and dream,
A path of plenitude opening before you.
Though your destination is not yet clear
You can trust the promise of this opening;
Unfurl yourself into the grace of beginning
That is at one with your life's desire.
Awaken your spirit to adventure;
Hold nothing back, learn to find ease in risk;
Soon you will be home in a new rhythm,
For your soul senses the world that awaits you.
~ John O'Donohue ~
To Bless the Space Between Us

read by Vicky

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1. Dylan Thomas. Fern Hill.

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Vicky         2/13/2012 6:24:10 AM
Thank you so much everyone for such wonderful comments! It is always an honor and a pleasure to be part of this very special project that embodies so much of Vincent and Catherine...and one of my favorite parts of WFOL! Love you all.

Nancy         2/12/2012 9:58:31 AM

Julia Passamonti-Colamartino         2/12/2012 6:00:24 AM
Vicky, that was just so beautifully read, you put so much passion and feeling into it without being overly dramatic. Thank you for your gift and sharing it with us! Hugs, Julia

Skippy         2/12/2012 4:42:13 AM
Vicky, it was just beautiful, I nearly cried listening to your voice. Thanks so much.

Nessa         2/8/2012 3:35:08 PM
Vicky, una delicia oirtelo leer...

Enchanted         2/7/2012 11:32:29 PM
Vickey you read this so beautiful and brought this wonderful poem to life..

Beverly         2/7/2012 7:37:48 PM
So beautiful and moving. I felt I was in the tunnels listening to the words so moving and touching the place inside that knows peace. Thank you!

Lara         2/7/2012 12:28:57 PM
My husband heard this with me at my side. He says he could barely hear your accent Vicookie. We both think it is beautiful.

luna         2/7/2012 7:16:00 AM
beautyful my sweet vicky. i hope the story ends good.

uastis(Esther)         2/6/2012 2:26:33 PM
Wonderful into in the story and I loved the poemreading by Vicky!

Joyce E         2/6/2012 5:13:09 PM
Beautiful beginning and the poem being read by Vicky capped the entire thing perfectly! Wonderful job

Michelle K.         2/5/2012 8:39:28 PM
The story's beginning, the poem, the reading ... all magnificent! Every word elicits an emotional and physical response. Truly beautiful - thank you for this wonderful contribution! I can't wait to read and hear the rest.

Edith         2/5/2012 7:54:28 PM
Wonderful story, and wonderful poem, great reading by Vicky. Thank you for sharing.

Tweetie Lynn         2/5/2012 3:32:07 PM
Awesome story, poem and wonderful reading by Vicky ! Thank You.

Rusty/RedNightBird         2/5/2012 11:13:09 AM
I know it feeds the muse for the Reader to applaud or give thanks.... This is a lovely production of words and music.... Thank-you!!!!!

Claire         2/5/2012 9:31:26 AM
Wonderful. I'm taking it to heart in more ways than one.

Pablo         2/5/2012 7:36:08 AM
Lees tan bellamente, Vicky. El poema es simplemente perfecto! Estoy totalmente enganchado para leer y oìr el resto! / You read so beautifully, Vicky. The poem is just perfect! I'm totally hooked on this to read and hear the rest!

Connie P         2/4/2012 11:45:43 PM
Awesome poem and awesome reading Vicki

Aliset         2/4/2012 10:24:23 PM
One of my favorite authors and one of my favorite people reading such a fantastic poem! :) I can't wait to read the rest of this---fantastic job, the two of you. :)

Julia Passamonti-Colamartino         2/4/2012 4:20:46 PM
Your voice is so rich and soothing, thanks so much for putting this together! (((HUGS))) Julia

Mini         2/4/2012 12:45:54 PM
Beautifully read Vicky. Loved it! Hugs!

Rosemarie S.         2/4/2012 12:54:38 PM
It's wonderful to hear your voice, Vicky : ) A perfect poem, a lovely reading, and I am really looking forward to this story...

Jeff D         2/4/2012 12:35:30 PM
Beautiful reading, Vicky!

LauraG         2/4/2012 11:47:13 AM
I adore this story already and Vicky's reading is the perfect accompaniment. I'm so looking forward to the rest!

Carole W         2/4/2012 11:39:58 AM
One of my favorite readers, reading one of my favorite poets. Beautiful Vicky. I hear more than words. Thank you!


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