“The reason why such communications are more delightful and blessed than in the world, is, because conjugial love, as it is the love of the spirit, becomes interior and purer, and thereby more perceivable; and every delight increases according to perception, and to such a degree that its blessedness is discernible in its delight.”—Emanuel Swedenborg, The Delights of Wisdom Pertaining to Conjugial Love
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Into her nights and greeting in morning, his stories and words appeared: waiting, telling, sharing, inviting further into hopes and written vision-dreams.
Some old, some new, they came from the same share-spirit, moving in the intimacy of gifted opening, each new share increasing in a pleasure of perception and discerning of delight.
It was a romance of the spirit—touch and engagement of the mind—different than kind she’d known or ever knew to be.
Time and telling, he became more bold. She felt them all the more, his words and scenes and share of dreams: some that left her calm, serene, and in ease of peace; others that left her other ways—alive and attuned to spirit still.
She wanted to know more, to learn, to discern, and come into love for the spirit that he gifted.
Saturday dawn, yellow sun, she woke and rose and stared from window upon sight of redbud’s bare. Stairs’ descent, turn of window and light, alone in quiet and rest in heart of home, his words were there.
Warmth in her heart, levity’s rise, words gifted her delights.