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Meeting Lohain
May. 31st, 2008 07:44 amI was on Whidbey Island, the summer of 1977, when I started writing the story in which my daimon appeared.
During all the years later, I wrote theme and variation on that lover, my daimon: not the actor, but the guardian on the threshold, the initiator and challenger, the warrior, the prince, the fierce, passionate lover. I dreamed of a man who I did not believe could possibly exist. I loved many men, and when none of them matched the dream lover in my mind, I told myself – quite sensibly – that I would be foolish to think that any man could live up to my fantasies. And so I loved the mortal men in my life, appreciated them for who and what they were -- but I continued to dream of my daimon, and to write about him.
I was on Whidbey Island, the summer of 2007, in the middle of a labyrinth, when I met my daimon.
I can’t tell the whole back story here. It would be too long and complicated. It’s only important that you know that although we had not met directly, Lohain and I had heard much of each other before that day, and he had been reading my LiveJournal for as long as![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
_storyteller_ had. In fact, he’d been reading over storyteller’s shoulder the first time the latter read and commented on one of my entries -- the day that eHarmony.com told me there was no man in the world who matched my profile.
I can’t begin to explain how I got to the center of the labyrinth, and how I stood there, with Bryant’s hands on my shoulders and my eyes closed, waiting for Lohain to come meet me. I was excited and a bit nervous. I had heard so much about him from other members of their circle: his intensity, his violent past (he had extensive combat experience), his alpha energy. Everyone loved to tell stories about him, so he had always seemed present even when he wasn’t there. They poked at him with their stories, but it was like kids poking a lion through the bars of the cage. I always felt that they wouldn’t be quite so bold if he were actually present.
( In the Center of the Labyrinth )
I have loved half a dozen men truly, and been loved truly in return.
I have known only one true love.
During all the years later, I wrote theme and variation on that lover, my daimon: not the actor, but the guardian on the threshold, the initiator and challenger, the warrior, the prince, the fierce, passionate lover. I dreamed of a man who I did not believe could possibly exist. I loved many men, and when none of them matched the dream lover in my mind, I told myself – quite sensibly – that I would be foolish to think that any man could live up to my fantasies. And so I loved the mortal men in my life, appreciated them for who and what they were -- but I continued to dream of my daimon, and to write about him.
I was on Whidbey Island, the summer of 2007, in the middle of a labyrinth, when I met my daimon.
I can’t tell the whole back story here. It would be too long and complicated. It’s only important that you know that although we had not met directly, Lohain and I had heard much of each other before that day, and he had been reading my LiveJournal for as long as
_storyteller_ had. In fact, he’d been reading over storyteller’s shoulder the first time the latter read and commented on one of my entries -- the day that eHarmony.com told me there was no man in the world who matched my profile.I can’t begin to explain how I got to the center of the labyrinth, and how I stood there, with Bryant’s hands on my shoulders and my eyes closed, waiting for Lohain to come meet me. I was excited and a bit nervous. I had heard so much about him from other members of their circle: his intensity, his violent past (he had extensive combat experience), his alpha energy. Everyone loved to tell stories about him, so he had always seemed present even when he wasn’t there. They poked at him with their stories, but it was like kids poking a lion through the bars of the cage. I always felt that they wouldn’t be quite so bold if he were actually present.
( In the Center of the Labyrinth )
I have loved half a dozen men truly, and been loved truly in return.
I have known only one true love.
