These are not impossible things
On desiring, wanting, and waiting to be met.
Someone who picks up a hitchhiker and chats with them
Someone to go hiking with who will carry heavy things and smile
Someone who’s eyes look like the weather
Someone who gets up before me to make me a cup of tea even though they don’t drink it
Someone who can tell I’m spinning out and comes over to hug me to instantly ground me
Someone who picks up a stick and says, you’ll like this one
Someone with big beautiful hands to massage my hair
Someone who lets me play background music and likes it too
Someone who has a dog or cat and understands caring for someone but themself
Someone who will cocoon me in warmth and build a fire that burns all night
Someone who loves being cooked for and also cooks for me equally as mindfully and well
Someone who understands my need for solitude and lets me do what I need to do
Someone who wants to be a conscious father and conceive children in love
Someone who loves to laugh and has an infectious one that lights me up and makes me laugh endlessly and every day
Someone who priorities health and body sovereignty and respects my choices
Someone who has adventure in their veins and loves nature and exploring and says yes
Someone who looks at me like I am magic and honours my gifts and does everything to help me flourish, and I them
Someone who can build things and fix things and grow things
Someone who makes my skin electric at a look or touch and I crave as much as they crave me (cervical orgasm)
Someone who is earth and rooted and safe and secure and connected to themselves and others
Someone who pursues me with friendship and bravery and playfulness and moves mountains to see me
Someone who communicates easily and truthfully and can express their inner world
Someone who finds ways to surprise me and treat me and delights in my delights
Someone who isn’t going anywhere and tells me so
Someone who loves flowers and plants
Someone who watches films and loves to discuss them and live them out
Someone who hugs me while we watch movies
Someone whose whole heart is in it with mine
Doing it half-heartedly just isn’t enough
Someone who feels like a giant sheltering tree and I am the leaves that dance
Someone who sees beauty in the world and seeks it
Someone who has mindfulness practices and actively works to grow and change and evolve
Someone who just likes me for all of me
Someone who smells like a forest, woodsmoke and home
Someone who understands that hot chips are life
Someone who calms my fevers and excites my slumps
Someone who lets me cry in their arms and says that everything is going to be okay
Someone who has an amazing family that embraces me and I love hanging out with, sisters too
Someone who says ‘my love’ in an accent
Somehow who whispers dirty dirty things to me deeply
Someone who will sing me a tune to cheer me up
Someone who is sunshine
Someone who I marry and worship and cherishes my soul and that we met in this lifetime
Someone to share a mountain with
Someone who marvels at the world and doesn’t hide their joy
Someone whose voice soothes me and makes me feel grounded
Someone who feels like the coziest coat in the coldest blizzard
Someone to throw my head back laughing with
Someone who gives me their jumper and does not ask for it back, loving how it looks on me
Someone who forgives my ego and believes in my soul
Someone who makes the hard days easier and the best days simple
Someone who I can dance with at a party and feel totally in rapture with
Someone to sleep on their shoulder on a long bus ride
Someone who gets that lyrics are literature
Someone who says “I’ll take care of it” when it’s all too much — and actually does
Someone as reliable as the moon
Salt of the earth kindness, coffee breath, and friendship on fire
These are not impossible things.
Would you even believe
when it finally happens
how easy it is to feel
without any proof
that love may be, could be, actually is
longer than time.
— Alex Dimitrov
I wrote this in one stream-of-consciousness hit a year ago when I was in Sligo after Samhain. It stayed in my Notes and I forgot, then remembered.
This was around the time when I was experiencing not one but three micro-heartbreaks in the space of two months on my travels.
I remember eating pancakes in the Cairngorm Mountains with a beautiful man (my Scottish love affair) when he told me that he didn’t want children, “Pass the maple syrup”. We’d just spent three incredible days together. I was shocked, and of course, tried to quietly hide it. NOT ANOTHER ONE.
Yes, another one.
This piece stems from a personal exploration of "‘What do I truly desire?”.
May you magnetise what you are truly desiring too.
Thanks for reading! I appreciate you.
You can shout me a chai with honey, get behind the magic as a supporter, or send this to a friend who might appreciate a hug in word form.
Or, just stop the infinite scroll and go to nature.
I am creating a flower altar offering under a silver birch tree tonight and making a big pot of Moroccan harira soup.
Oooh. This feels like a deep conjuring. You (and your words) are magic. ✨