A Coral Heart

A coral heart. It was perhaps 1989, we had decided to reunite, my exhusband and I and our child Jean Philippe. We chose an island, in Rangiroa, Tahiti. It was a lustrous pinnacle of a get away. An island beyond the main island in Tahiti.
Our child would wonder naked around the island, free and marveled by the clarity of this unbounded water. We would feed the fish as we approach and gave little pieces of bread. It was a hot summer but the juices and fruits and food was abundant, the Earth is always generous.
We wondered like flickering stars around the island. Living to the fullest in those days as we touched our love from inside, our smiles were dancing everywhere, learning about a new culture, happy to be together once again, after some years of separation.
We made love like never before calling for another child. It didn't take place then, the calling was for each one to grow further before bringing another child. But we called anyways, we called because the island welcomed the passion, the love, the full body of this romance.
Jean-Philippe wore a straw hat, perhaps too big but the sun was not forgiving and this protected him while he strolled naked along the beach.
We walked together one morning, leaving the small cabin and heading towards the water. The road was full of coral, shells and small pebbles...
I looked at Jean-Francois, he reached for me and gave me something he had found, I look what he had placed in my hand, it was small coral shaped as a heart. It was an expression of our love.
Twenty something years later, today I carry that heart everywhere I go. I hold it close to my heart and know that even though we are not together anymore, physically, energetically we have loved, yes there has been an incredible and through which a child was born.
Gratitude it is.