Soul story , a bit of fiction.

 A soul story

With a flavor of love, let us begin. Soul story is a story of chance and love. Encircled at times with a comedy of errors, and always a sense of fulfillment between two souls. 

Thought to be stories of elation and joy, soul stories are more likely to seem like endless bonded twists, turns, and a lineage of overcoming. Two who will never see life the same again or hold belief in what had been a truth individually or separate.

This story begins in a meadow and chance meeting.. Sir, being of wisdom as well as shyness, contained in a willing to be of all knowledge coming from within to a world not near as willing to accept. Days spent in thought of quiet intervention of philosophers. Many hours spent alone in a vast meadow with cluster of trees, sir had spent time gathering sticks and branches from the floor of trees into a raised platform used to think of above and below. 

Miss, was much the same yet preferred to be in constant motion, rarely choosing stillness. Sir, was of a home of discipline and stillness. Parents leading separated paths of thought and desire. Sir, appreciated all offered, rarely to request of life in any form. Sir and Miss both shared a love of the heavens, Sir, as in thoughts from the greats who had studied the stars and all being seen. Miss, as a part of heritage and Great Spirit with the thoughts and wonder of beyond what was seen.

Sir and Miss method of travel was by horse. Sir, carried thoughts of how the trains being developed could be used to create more rapid transportation when relating speed access and availability. Miss, was content with the speed and motions of a horse. 

Both traveled the meadow regularly, yet neither came in contact with the other. Until one summer day when Miss by chance diverted course thru the trees at full force. Sir, peacefully spending time on his wooden platform was stunned by Miss loudly addressing him to move quickly. As he cleared his space, the horse came across Gia platform destroying his space as the wood cracked under hooves. 

Miss, slowed down and walked her steed back to check the outcome of the run.. Apologizing for disturbing and chaos.  Sir shrugged off any inconvenience and rather was glad for the intrusion. Afternoon into evening hours were spent exchanging thoughts of shared and unshared interest. Evening brought the celestial display. 

Miss took her saddle off her horse and laid the saddle blanket in the meadow. Invited Sir to lay with her and share his knowledge of the stars. As time was spent, a falling star whisked across the sky. Both wished upon the star. Unknowingly the same wish was given. 

Each wishing this relationship could grow and not expire when the sun rose. Where he still resided in the safe lines of family on manicured grounds, Miss had located an abandoned cabin on the other side of the meadow, spent a lot of time shoring the cabin and resided with an assortment of animals who all found a home in.

Two bright stars, by chance found a bonding unexpected. Feeling a need in fulfilled lives of each. Over time with the mutual ground of the meadow and stars, a preference grew for commitment of two hearts. Not fancy, just real. Sir, enjoyed time at the cabin and found desire of helping with her collection of family, becoming one family. 

They radiated peace fr within as joined by the Great Spirit of love and land. Sir, wrote his thoughts on knowledge of stars cosmos and making the world better in travel , speed and all encompassed. Miss was his biggest supporter, as time went on automobiles became a travel option with Sir being an active participant of engines for automobiles.Life was good as they worked for harmony as a lead. 

What might seem as off beat in life, always entertain the synchronicity of all events, yet to know the when why where and how life will entertain a changing path. Be open to the ride.