This is why I wrote you poetry
and sprinkled your chest with rose petals.
This is why I kissed you in public.
This is why I made time to meet your parents.
This is why I listened.
This is also why I left.
As I learn to fill my own cup, I realize why it was so empty.
Boldly erotic, fiery and courageous am I. In the flow of Life opening my mind, my heart and my legs for God to enter. Feeling the pulsating turgidity of Life, sensual, strong and soft– I yield. Surrendering to a force much greater than me. Feverishly I open allowing God to explode within me.
“The point is that in your life, unless you make specific time for something that you feel committed to, you will always have other obligations and you will always be too busy.” ~Dalai Lama The question is, what to commit to? Joy Curiosity Well-being Love Learning Play Pleasure Passion Laughter Creativity That about sums it…
He spoke of being beaten in an off-hand way. Quiet tears streamed down my face.
I recently sent myself an ecard from moma to be delivered at a future date. I’m so glad I did because after a week off of email, I had this little surprise waiting for me. I want to remember this act of self love. Here it is: From Kymberlee “But then they danced down the…
Yesterday, I spent several hours alone at The Frye Art Museum drinking in the “Moment Magnitude” exhibit. I wrote pages in my journal. Random things I overheard people saying, snippets from the art descriptions or the videos and my own feelings and thoughts that arose. I also took pictures of things strangers had posted in…
querida quanta dragon cloud blowing past a harvest moon querida quanta scent lingering on my fingertips after an afternoon dalliance (or two) querida quanta pixelated silhouette of a lover bringing memories of organic encounters querida quanta pashima warming autumn breeze rippling the edges of wondrous memories querida quanta ripples of Love bursting my heart wide…