Island

I’ve long had a fantasy of a relationship being like a little tropical island in a warm sea. Where the main relationship lives with love, easiness and constancy, in a hut surrounded by palm trees, with a big hammock for two. A relationship that allows for one or the other to swim off now and then, to a workshop, to an old lover or friend, to allow for what’s been before to remain important. With no threat, encompassing acceptance of lives and intimacy lived before, intimacy that has mattered and been supportive. There’s a constancy to the island centre that allows peaceful time alone, and delight in knowing the anchor lover will return.