Sometime what someone needs is someone to give them permission. So here goes…
you have permission to take care of yourself.
You have permission to let go of the past.
You have permission to make up your own mind.
You have permission to trust people who have not betrayed you.
You have permission to love again.
You have permission to be creative.
You have permission to let go of guilt, shame and insecurities.
What else are you going to give yourself permission do?
Oh my gosh! At 3:30 am my smoke detectors went off. How annoying that was. The batteries have been changed so it was not that or anything else. I think it could be that they are a bit dusty. You know what I’m doing today, vacuuming my smoke detectors. Oh so much fun…can’t wait.
The business meeting ended and papers were shoved back into brief cases and coffee cups hit the wooden table as people finished their last drops. She was there dressed in white and every curve saying hello to every eye.
Everyone had gathered up their items and was walking out the door. She was last to leave besides me. I was standing at the door. As she walked toward me to go out the door I took her wrist into my hand and I looked deeply into her eyes as I guided her away from the threshold. She followed and I closed the door.
Finally it was me and her, a locked door closed against any distractions. We sat opposite each other and I talked to her and she smiled at me. My words went past her ears and wrapped around her heart.
The eyes don’t lie. Her eyes said it all and even much more. That was the beginning of many more occasions where we would stay back when the others had left. Those created moments made us happy and gave us respite from the world beyond the door.
That Saturday twenty-seven year old Tres went to corner coffee shop to read and scan social media. She sat in a corner booth next to a window where the rays of the sun caressed her curly kinky hair. She wore a soft sweater with jeans. Her short leather jacket hugged her waist as she sat typing and sipping coffee.
The owner of the coffee shop, fifty-three year old Rene had noticed Tres since the first time she entered the coffee shop. It was hard to catch Rene’s attention but Tres did it with ease. Rene watched waiting for her cup to need more of the dark moroccan coffee she liked.
The coffee poured once more, Rene decided to make sure her presence was known and introduced herself to Tres. They chatted for a bit and then Rene went back to the counter but her heart and mind never left the table. She wonder did she have any impact on Tres who she thought was exquisite.
Would more than their twenty year difference leave Tres to disregard the attention Rene was giving her. Would Tres welcome her affection.
Before leaving the coffee shop Tres wrote a brief note to Rene. The note read, “I see you looking. I like the way you look at me. Let’s talk about what we can do to get to know each other better.” Tres walked up to the counter and place her cup there with a smile. The note was left under the coffee cup with Rene’s name on it.
Rene said a warm “See you next time” and then proceeded to take the cup she left and then she saw the note. A smile came across Rene’s face as she read the note. Intrigued and excited, she looked forward to the next time she would encounter Tres, she knew it would be the upcoming Monday when the sun rays would touch Tres’ curly kinky hair as it caressed her face through the the window of the coffee shop. Rene would be there her heart beating a little faster and her desire taking a backseat to getting to know Tres better.