Dendrites and Prisms

Every soul is a snowflake. A unique design carried through the winds of space landing in perfect timing.

It is hard to see, certainly for her amongst her hustle and bustle and cocktails with friends to soothe the occasional and inevitable heartache. And undoubted for him, he can barely see beyond his blinders to achieve, succeed, make his family proud, and trips to the gym to blow off some steam. Sometimes timing could not seem worse to them or anyone else for that matter. But it's true.

Timing is as intricate as a snowflake's design. The hands marching on a clock tick and reverberate through space until the next second sounds. The perfect alignment of time and vibration, like the crystalline design of a snowflake. The soul of a droplet from the heaven's true character is revealed by the chilling breeze in the atmosphere.

And like snowflakes, as they travel through the breeze, the atmosphere of life reveals the path of spirit. What may seem like a pit stop, wrong turn, or traffic jam is just a normal occurrence on the path of formation. A step in its own unique crystalline design. Life is a work in progress you see, it's in constant motion —the intricacies of the heart breathe life in a new direction.

She was just following the rites of her design when she met him, and he was just following the path of his stream of consciousness when her rites and his stream brought them together. Is it invisible you ask?

When the moon's illumination unlocks a spirit that rises with its changing phases can you see it? When the stars in the sky shine brighter with the passing of time, do you notice? When the soul is dawning it may catch a glimpse of the familiar but unrecognized. A knowledge of something that has always been there but, until the moon shines just right, and maybe a star is about to spread its final light, the thought had never lingered in the mind. the feeling never captured the soul and the spark never reached the eye, until the time was just right.

The symmetry in our being shines iridescently, aligning with the space and time in which destiny calls. And somewhere in their destiny, they were meant to meet over the pastel fabrics of a young ladies' clothing store. One tug on a silk beaded wrap beget another. The gentleman conceded to the lady (even though he grabbed it ahead of her by a good half a second) and she politely rejected it, however, he grabbed the coral instead of the cream-colored source of conflict and headed to the register. That seemingly would be the end of their meeting. But, neither of them a young lady, both had a birthday party to attend.

Imagine her surprise when a young girl, whose birthday party it was her duty to chaperone her young niece, unwrapped a coral-colored silk wrap. "Now we'll be twins." her niece gleefully hugged her very best friend. She was wearing an identical silk wrap only cream-colored. His eyes met hers.

The feeling arose, a bit of surprise, the kind that may find something intriguing in the simplest of things. Like, when a fortune cookie predicts you will see things in a new light, and find yourself surrounded by fireflies that night.

That day was the first of long talks into the night. It was when the atmosphere changed and formed a new pattern in both of their lives. His a bit narrow, blinders sometimes have that effect. They wear on vision through time, like a pencil when sharpened. Hers is more layered, like a radiating dendrite. One point looked at another. It could not be witnessed without the other. Experience has left her a bit jaded, and torn, could this experience be just like the ones before? But, though prisms grow in a single basic shape, two of a snowflake do not grow the same.

Time marched on and two young ladies who were best friends saw each other more often than usual. And their loved ones, smiled more than before. New shapes and patterns were unfolding in her, as she shared the fruits of her soul, she never knew it bore before.

They drifted hand in hand through the changes of seasons. But as seasons change so will feelings. the tempertures grew and the colors of a prism will shift and shimmer even while it's still taking shape. As the snow melted their grasp on one anoher's hand loosened a little. Their paths strayed away from another with the warmth of the days. It was not dramatic, the clouds did no part, and the earth did not quiver, but to grasp so tightly wasn't important. His vision had broadened and hers had bloomed, they drifted apart as the warm breeze blew. They felt it in their hearts, they felt it in their souls, it was grief but it was still time to let go.

And so is the growth of dendrites and prisms. No two are alike, and in their beauty there is happiness and joy as well as grief and strife. There came a time in both of their lives when they wanted to bury the past. He ignored his stream and she denied her rites. But, covering up the beautiful parts of their unique design caused a far greater crash than the temperate current that blew them apart. Denying a part of the heart is like losing a limb, arms are meant to hold, and legs are meant to carry. The heart is meant to grow and the soul is meant to lead with the vibrance of it's design, burying it only caused chaos in both of their lives.

It may feel like drifting aimlessly, but it's anything but. The new limb of a crystal does not form by a whim, it forms by the design in it's rushing soul. to deny it is a crime wherin the punishment lies within it's one and only unique design.

Never fret, for as the temperatures grow, as they will do, the vapor will rise, the drift will flow to the heavens and its intensity will once again solidify. The design in their souls led them to another again, and the path's lesson would not be forgotten this time. Such is he way in the making of dendrites and prisms.