The Goddess Speaks Alohalani K.N. Clark |
Whose dream date
is it, anyway?The day begins early by waking to a beautiful serenade and having breakfast served in bed. Then we sit on the front porch, hot chocolate in hand, and gaze out onto the horizon as the sun slowly begins to rise.
We sit for a while enjoying each other's company, and as the sun has taken its place in the azure blue sky, we take a moment to bask in its glow.
We then start on our whirlwind day. We do a little shopping downtown, have lunch in the city, take a walk down in the park, all the while holding hands, just like we did when we were kids.
Then we go to the spa resort to receive massages and facials. I have my hair and makeup done and get a manicure and a pedicure. Before we leave the resort, he tells me that he has a gift for me. I open the box to find a long black evening dress, black high-heel shoes and jewelry to match. He says that he would like to see me in them for our evening out together.
He then surprises me with a limo ride to an undisclosed location where there is a single-engine plane waiting for us. We take a ride over mountains, lakes and oceans. We soar through the untouched skies and are met with the most gorgeous sunset. As the sky changes from orange to pink and purple hues, he tells me he has another surprise in store.
We touch down at a secluded place, arriving to find a path lighted by warm candles and the ground covered in red and white rose petals. He takes my hands into his loving and supportive ones, carefully guiding me past a curtain of leaves when he tells me to stop and close my eyes.
Filled with excitement and anticipation, I fight to prevent from opening my eyes until he says, "OK. Open."
My heart stops beating for a moment, then I exhale and open my eyes. There, in a quiet corner of the world, is an amazing arrangement waiting for our indulgence -- a glass table dressed in beautiful white linen cloth and two chairs adorned in white slipcovers. The table is decorated with white candles, gardenias, fine china, silverware and crystal. A waiter in a tuxedo administers to our every wish.
As the night lingers on, we are oblivious to the passing of time. The world around us has simply faded away. He then asks me to dance. As he takes me in his arms, I feel myself succumb to the warmth, and I dream of these arms holding me forever.
Soon, we become exhausted and surrender our bodies to a blanket resting on the grass. After a long, comfortable silence, he whispers that he has one last surprise.
We get up to leave, and beyond the trees I spy two white horses harnessed to a beautiful white carriage. I am left speechless as he asks if I would like to take a ride. We sit together holding hands as we take in all the scenery passing by. We revel in one another's company and feel blessed to have experienced such a wonderful day together. In those few moments, I knew that I was meant to be with him always.
One day I was given the opportunity to explore my creativity through writing. In a women's group of 25 members, we were all assigned to describe our dream date. Since I never had a dream date and no significant other at the time, I had to search deep into my imagination and figure out not only what my dream date would be, but also what every woman dreams would happen to her.
After we had written our pieces, we had to guess whose dream date essay belonged to whom.
The purpose of this activity was to get to know one another and see what kind of personalities we had. Through each story, real or imagined, we gained insight into some wonderful spirits.
Our hearts were opened that night, and our spirits were touched with humor, tears and love for people who once were only strangers. I feel blessed to have shared in such intimate and precious moments. Each woman had a chance to show her character, and I was lucky enough to find the romance in my soul.
I challenge you to explore and discover the fantasies that you and yours have hidden. It is only when such fantasies are unleashed that we can ever know who we truly are.
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