A Touch of .. Beauty

Beauty. I have done a lot of thinking on that in the passed few hands. What that means to me .. and it is much more than a physical attribute. It says more to me than attractiveness. It is more than lust or that certain something in a woman that brings out the sexual predator in me. And not that I have anything against those things .. those things are an important part of my life and I enjoy those experiences. But there is something else that I have sought a word for .. sought to define ... giving the infinite a finite skin ... if only for a moment that I might touch it briefly.

When I say that I saw Cana today .. and she was looking beautiful ... it grabs just a hint of that something I am trying to define. Like a pot of things thrown together .. stirred and simmered.

There is respect .. for her as a person. Her integrity and patience. Her diligence with the Tribe .. with her children ... with her mate. There is honesty and loyalty. Self sacrifice and long suffering. There is spunk and wit .. fire and just enough sadism to make her interesting.

Some day .. when I can place those qualities with the other things that inspire me about a woman .. when I can bring it all together under that word Beauty ... that is the woman I will take as mine and hold her close to me for as long as the Sky allows.

Those other things that inspire me I will leave off defining for another time for they are much too detailed .. while still being raw clay ... for me to attempt here and now.

Today I saw Cana and she was looking beautiful .. and not just because she brought me honey ... that did not hurt though. She spoke with me for a time and though we exchanged much of the normal sort of conversation .. there was one thing that stuck with me. She brought me a gift .. a piece of leather with a fish painted on it. It was from Also. For me.

That touched me.

She said she had been hoping that he knew what a fish was .. I told her he know all right ... and he knew where they belonged too. I assured her in no uncertain terms the boy was smart .. very smart ... with a unique way of seeing things that I believe is a gift.

She fussed around a little about me and how I was doing .. I assured her I was well ... she said she had a right to fuss since she had adopted me ... not that I was complaining. It is good to have a female fuss a little. And she rarely gets carried away with it.

So anyway .. I think I am just a little closer to defining .. Beauty. Friendship .. one facet of the prism that I am in a quest to possess. A piece of the whole. A touch of .. Beauty.