In a world where smartphones and screens dominated our lives, the quest for love had undergone a remarkable transformation. The digital age had ushered in an era where hearts could connect through the taps of a touchscreen. It was in this era that the destinies of Sarah and Mark were entwined.
The Swipe of Fate
Sarah was a tech-savvy young woman with a heart full of dreams. She had embarked on her digital dating journey with the swiping rhythm of life. Left, right, left, right – it was a dance that could lead to despair or deliver delight. One mundane evening, her fingers danced upon her phone screen, and she found herself staring at a simple, yet intriguing profile. Mark.
Mark was a thoughtful man who believed in the depth of words. He had shared a compelling story and a few carefully chosen photos. Sarah, a lover of the written word, was captivated by the way he expressed himself. She swiped right, the swipe that would change her life forever.
Words Before Emojis
The digital age allowed their connection to unfold through the medium of text. Their conversations were not rushed; they resembled the slow and steady growth of a sapling into a tree. The absence of physical presence allowed them to dive deeper into their thoughts and feelings. They painted vivid landscapes with their words and built a bond of trust and intimacy.
Texting became their sanctuary of emotional connection. It was a canvas where their souls intertwined, evolving from mere acquaintances to cherished confidants. Conversations unfolded late into the night, carrying dreams, fears, and ambitions. Sarah and Mark discovered each other's inner worlds, one text at a time.
Moments in Pixels
As their connection deepened, Sarah and Mark ventured into the realm of visual communication. They exchanged pictures of their daily lives, their pets, and the places they loved. Each photo became a memory, a testament to their budding romance.
Mark sent her a picture of a sunrise that bathed the mountains in golden light during a solo trip he had taken. Sarah shared an image of her cosy reading nook, filled with books that had influenced her life. These photos were not just pixels; they were moments, shared experiences, and evidence of the world they were building together.
The Meeting of Hearts
After months of conversations and the exchange of pictures, Sarah and Mark decided it was time to meet in person. They had shared their dreams and secrets, but there was still an element of mystery and excitement surrounding the real-world encounter.
The day arrived when Mark was to visit Sarah's city. The first sight of each other was a heart-pounding moment. The warm embrace that followed was not just a physical connection; it was the merging of two worlds that had been waiting for this moment.
Love Beyond the Screen
Their digital journey was no longer limited to screens and text messages. It had evolved into a real, tangible love story. The moments they had shared through digital mediums had led them to a profound understanding of each other. The touch of their hands and the look in their eyes only deepened their connection.
With time, Sarah and Mark realized that love was not limited to the digital world or the physical realm; it was a transcendental force. They had discovered love in letters and pictures, in text messages and emojis, and finally, in the beating of their hearts.
A Love Unboxed
The digital age had forever changed the landscape of love. Sarah and Mark's story was a testament to how technology and social media could pave the way for profound connections. It had been a journey of patience, vulnerability, and authenticity. Their love story was a treasure chest of emotions, opened through the digital world.
In an era where screens could be barriers, they had become bridges. In an age where emojis often stood in for emotions, they had found a way to express the depths of their hearts. Sarah and Mark had not only discovered love in the digital age; they had defined it on their own terms.
Their love story was a reminder that love, in all its forms, could be found in the most unexpected places, even in the touch of a screen. It was a love unboxed, ready to be shared with the world, proving that love could thrive in the most unlikely of spaces and flourish in the most unconventional of ways.
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The Good Fortune
I am just a poor little woman from Bach, Mississippi. What do I know about anything? My father was poor and my mother was poor. All my siblings started from poverty. What do I know about wealth? I never thought in my wildest dreams of anything. Because too much is given much is required says the Good Book. I never thought in my life. It started while working at the restaurant. I worked at my uncle's restaurant since I was 14. I never asked for no raise. I never asked for anything. I was just happy to cook and work. Because that's what my parents taught me. You worked hard you receive. You worked hard you get. You worked and worked and a blessing. The only name I went by was Rebekka. All my friends called me Rebekka and all my family called me Rebekka. I was Rebekka of Bach, Mississippi. And my family lived here most of their lives ever since slavery ended. We lived in these shacks and never looked back. We were just happy to be freed and without bondage. You oppressed people so much that they just want to be freed., They just want to be by themselves. All by themselves and don't care about money or fame. Although I was famous in church for my Southern gumbo. The Pastor said Rebekka cooked us some of the most excellent gumbo that God gave you. I would be like all Pastor don't. My grandma and mother taught me and my uncle did give me the job. And after being shy of relationships and being married. This man came to my uncle restaurant. He must of been an out of townee or something. He had on this fancy suit and this suitcase. And he would order just a sandwich and chips and a light drink each time. My uncle thought he is from the IRS or some federal agencies. I thought nay he must be up to something. So he told me to keep watch and have good conversations. I shouted Hey you. And he politely looked at me. What;'s your name? My name is Rebekka everybody call me Rebekka. He politely said Mr. Peterson. I said let me buy you a drink on the house. You will love the Caribbean, it's sweet and tangy and full of flavor. And he said Thanks. So I made him the house drink. he just said thanks. I said where are you from? He said pulling his glasses off I am from an agency. i said what the government or something? He said No. And he had a phone call that made him abruptly leave. And I went in the back after checking everyone on a full house. I told my uncle. And he said he still thinks he is from the IRS. He eventually came back and asked what church I go to? I said Calvary Baptist Church down the street. My family always go to church most of the week and so does everybody else. He said Good when is service? I said well they usually do service every Sunday, Wednesday, Friday and Saturday. He said I will be there and you will find out why I am here. So I politely wave to him and told uncle. And uncle sweated and said be there and tell everyone that I will give them a discount if they find out why he is here. I said Whoa I am not making that gumbo. Uncle if I find out you better hire a new staff because I am tired of gumbo. Days later on Saturday, we were having church and praising the Lord and I was getting my praise on. Just because God is that good and I liked to thank him. And just before prayer, Mr. Peterson stepped in and he said he has to testify. I am from one of the agencies up North. And somebody I need to talk to. Everybody begin talking and scared. The Pastor silenced the church with the choir humming the spiritual, It is Well. And the Pastor spoke to Mr. Peterson and asked him privately but Mr. Peterson resisted and said I will talk to you if I could bring the person out. The Pastor let him. Mr. Peterson said I am looking for Saint, the last name is Saint. And the church laughed we all are Saints in God's eyes. What are you talking about man? said the Pastor. Mr. Peterson said Julia Saint. And the church started asking each other. Then the Pastor said Can we please get on with the sermon? People have to go home. Mr. Peterson said Her name starts with an R. I was shocked but so were the other people. Mr. Peterson said born in Virginia, Mississippi. And my uncle came into the meeting. And he heard and pulled me out and said Rebekka your real name is Julia Rebekka Saint and you were adopted. I said No uncle no. He said shaking his head yeah yeah. I almost passed out when my uncle straighten me out to save the town by saying it was me. I said it quietly and a little louder and then loudly. And Mr. Peterson said That;'s your name, ah ah ah I found her. You are the heir of Mr. and Mrs. Saint you are worth a fortune. Then I passed out and the church members came to help me. i said No Lord no. I worked all my life. I am not a rich snob. I worked all my life. The next day Mr. Peterson met me alone at the restaurant while my uncle was getting the restaurant ready. Mr. Peterson told me about my parents and he reassured me that I was their only heir. Then he asked me what I would do with the money. And I said spend on charities, save the church, repair the restaurant, and live well. Mr. Peterson said You really impressed me. You are thoughtful and kind. Your parents could not have prepared for this. Your check will be in the mail. Good Day Ms. Julia Rebekka Saint.
By Matthew Primous6 days ago in Confessions
A Flower Song
Apparently the Aztecs, Toltecs, Chichimecs and other Mexica were crazy about poetry. Despite the book-burning, slaughter, and epidemics that characterized the early stages of the Spanish conquest of the empires of Mexico, some hundreds of poems from the height of their tradition come down to us in Classical Nahuatl, preserved by Nahua and Spanish scholars of the 16th century. One of the most famous poets, Nezahualcoyotl, was a sage-king who opposed the cult of human sacrifice associated with Tezcatlipoca, God of the Smoking Mirror, and favored Quetzalcoatl, the Feathered Serpent. Flowers and feathers were the favorite offering of the Plumed Serpent. Moreover, flowers and feathers are a metaphor for poetry. Individual words, scattered petals, the down of tropical birds. The temples of blood sacrifice could be transformed into temples of flower and song. A sublimated offering to the Heart of Earth and the Heart of Sky encapsulated in the Classical Nahuatl kenning for poetry: in xōchitl in cuīcatl, meaning, "the flower and the song." The following poem is part of a longer work, and is in a state of flux, so take the waters as they flow:
By Rob Angeli7 days ago in Poets
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Beautiful piece. I love it