Our Love is a Grownup

Twenty one years ago this weekend, a dozenish friends went to Burning Man. James and I were among them. We were not a couple; in fact, each of us was dating someone else. At the burn, I put my arms around him and gave him a warm hug. He turned and said "How are you doing that?" "Doing what?" I asked. "Making that green light in the middle of my chest," he replied. I was visualizing exactly that, sending love from my heart to his in the form of a green light. I was riffing off of something I'd been taught in yoga class, though I didn't think it was really real until that moment. Nothing was ever the same again.

This is a companion discussion topic for the original entry at https://gettingfr.ee/2018/09/01/our-love-is-a-grownup/