1. The Plain Girl - Chapter 6: Crash Recovery


    Date: 10/24/2017, Categories: Love Stories, Author: xreynolds, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    that silly girl won’t just drive you around, day after day, like you are on a roller coaster. Besides, that girl isn’t even you!” In spite of the troubling effects of confusion that arose in her emotional life, Karla had an implicit confidence in the lasting reality of the world order. Rain still falls down; and corn still is drawn upward by the Sun. The tempests in her own soul life were unable to dislodge her firm grasp on the conviction that, in the end, the rainbow would appear. She aligned her inner orientation to match what prevailed in the creation, and of this she was certain. She made the allowance that she herself was a work in progress and the turmoil was simply part of that process. For her, the fleeting disturbances that rocked her boat could not prevail in time. They only all the more strengthened her grip on what, for the time being was not within the scope of her vision, but she was certain, none-the-less, had to be there. The turmoil was more of an expression of what, she in her own life, had to become free of, than a permanent part of her life. Now, she had had it. Suddenly the light came on, and Karla blurted out, “Okay. Now I get it. The “silly girl” of the past, and the silly girl of the present are not the two girls - they are one girl. She only thinks that she has choices and makes decisions, but she just goes from one bump in the road to the next like she’s in a dream. Then one day maybe the real girl wakes up and realizes that she is neither. ...
    I suppose when she wakes up, actually, she’s not a girl at all! What would you call her?” Claire was a little surprised at the leap that Karla just made. “You can call her what you want, what matters is that you discover her; awaken to her. Your personality gradually grows into her, and is less and less like the ever-perplexed soccer ball you’ve become. You’re deflated by the kicks of the world and then pumped back up by pride. Pointing to her heart, she said, “ You , are the one looking at that other girl right now. That’s the You who you have to be on a regular basis.” Karla cocked her head slightly down but was gazing inward. She considered first the significance and pertinence implicit in such an undertaking. Then she tried to absorb the enormity of that duty. She slowly breathed out a soft but deep “Yeeesch.” Then her penetrating crystal blue eyes searched into an immeasurable distance in search of aid. Exasperated, her head snapped up and she flatly exclaimed, “How will I ever get the strength for that?” Flat out serious, and almost monotone, Claire replied, “You are much more than me. You’ll muster it, I’m sure.” This was too much for Karla. “What! Are you trying to drive me crazy?” Nothing Karla had ever heard sounded so ridiculous. By her own assessment she felt herself to be a perpetual mess; one who Claire was constantly pasting back together. Claire leaned towards her. “We tend to make the mistake,” she said, as she took Karla’s hands in her own. They were ...
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