What is this thing that we talk about here? Is this just some passing obsession, something I’ll get over in a few years and move on to something else?
Or is it just a garnish- a bit of color and spice to round out a life or relationship that could get on just as easily with its absence?
Somehow, even without much experience, I very much doubt this in my case. This is not going away; it is something that I need in a relationship with any degree of intimacy. Without this specific element we would be lacking something, have nowhere to stand.
This is the base- a root of a relationship that is stable and nourishing. It is a hidden thing, private and buried, protected from the harsh light of public opinion. IT is a place from which we can draw strength and grow into something more, something to sprout forth to show the world.
Acknowledging Imperfection 