And bliss it was, in the most magnetic and captivating manner possible; a phenomenon never imagined and certainly an experience as raw, sweet and alluring as it was new.
Jules was that perfect teacher and chef. He sampled with tender and delicate bites, every inch of Celine’s accommodating and ready being, intertwined with a fierceness and strength that left her giddy with fulfilment. At the same time, his professional and thorough approach in tutoring her were excellent to the point of her receiving full marks, once she was able to demonstrate and meet the objective of every lesson.
Celine treasured every single experience, savoured and relished the memories every day, every night. In her quiet, serene, solo reflective moments, she wondered how she had come to this place. How was it even possible that this hitherto, untouched delicate petal tightly bound among her other un-blossomed cohorts had come to this place of unfolding, blossoming and dripping with heavenly dewdrops from the expert touch of the skilled gardener? And to think that she had eagerly welcomed the novelty as a starved kitten hungry for her mother’s nutritious milk?
The reality hit her square in the face and Celine was helpless, at a loss for words and void of understanding for this strange development. So she simply drank it all in and thanked her lucky stars for bringing her to this place of allure, magical awareness and the awakening. It was an Awakening long overdue and Celine was glad that the time had come.
Yet, in the deepest corners of her dormant consciousness, the silhouette of Jean-Jacques lingered, even faintly so. Then in a most rare and uncanny emerging, his smiling eyes locked themselves with hers in a most trance-like fashion. His silence captivated her with a strange jolting and she tried to make sense of what that meant. Celine was dumbfounded! His presence seemed to penetrate her soul and she could not fathom the meaning of all this madness.
But the Naked Truth cannot be lost. It may take cover and repose, lie low and be still. Yet its presence remains as a stalwart, a bulwark, a strong reminder that in two very different places, two separate worlds, with two very different entities, the Truth would remain. The Naked Truth had locked Celine in and she was unable to untangle herself from its hold.
Garden Conversations with Roze 