A celebration speaks of connection, and those whom you are connected to.
Lack of desire to “celebrate” is wildly attuned to the level of nurturing that we experienced in our early years.
The degree of health of that celebration, says more about the participants. Much more, than the about the date or person being celebrated.
The ends of this continuum, have many degrees. On one end is embracement, and the other end rejection.
Some celebrate when a relationship is new, only to settle back into their normal routine years after the newness has faded.
It’s more about the people celebrating, than what is being celebrated.
Obligatory celebrations are sadly lacking.
Those transparencies will surface.
You will (eventually) acknowledge whom you have in your life.
You will eventually mourn the illusion, and move on.
There are two species of human.
Those whom were nurtured, and those who were not.
Be it a birthday, anniversary, valentines day…
How powerful a celebration is, is not really about about the day, the event or the person being celebrated.
Again, the power is about the state of those celebrating (or not).
Those who embrace life fully (or can’t).
When celebration is lacking, one is likely amongst those, who have not been nurtured.
Celebrations are not mere “Hallmark Holidays”.
Passionately applied, they “are” for reasons beyond commercial purposes.
It is one thing to celebrate daily, both life and those in your life, and another not to celebrate, nor nurture.
The medical profession won’t inform you fully (if at all).
The pharmaceutical company further infuriates.
A spouse, knee deep in aging aspects, can barely see through his haze.
You may be on your own.
How do you, do MORE, than simply survive?
How do you maintain your ability to be intimate, beyond a cuddle?
Intimacy without penetration, presents risks:
2-Narrowing and shrinkage of your vaginal walls.
3-Painful GYN exams.
I recommend you not let that (vaginal) door slam shut. Blunt enough?
I am overtly sensual and passionate about all types of intimacy.
Yet, I found myself years ago, with a partner who was shutting down intimately due to pharmaceutical and aging issues.
As painful as that is emotionally, it is also harmful physically (refer to above) and steps must be taken to avoid that 1-2-3 punch.
For a woman such as myself, you do not want a permanent closing of that door, to that type of intimacy.
The physical steps to protecting yourself are:
Using dilators (Glass Pacik dilators are the best in my view)
Using a vaginal moisturizer 2 x a week (NeuEve Silver Vaginal Suppositories are best, in my opinion)
The emotional steps, of support during this period, I have yet to discover.
Ladies, I’ve been the adventurous, openminded and kink friendly type-a-woman.
The best part was NOT the physical.
It is connective element offered when one is of that type of nature. All intimacy is of importance. I would not be so fast to discard any parts of that recipe. All these parts are inter-connective.
It is quite possible the non-kink, vanilla type lady, will actually find dilator use to be a breeze? I wonder. For those with diversity in toys and other such items, may define those items as being for intimacy and the two, vs solo? At any rate, it took me some time to digest those items in a health, verses intimate light.
Take care my friends, and never let any door which could reconnect you to other souls, close. Keep your spirit, sensuality and health, a central focus.
On a simple level, it is a flushing out of toxins,
and easing of muscles.
On a higher plane, it is simply sublimely connective
I have to remind myself of the later.
Think for a moment of that simple word.
What image is before your minds eye? Stop reading this for a moment and really answer that question. Close your eyes and ask yourself this again. What image is before you.
In fact, I will leave you untethered to your own thoughts. All responses to this thread will remain private.
Yes, imagine that.
I would like to hear your response.
Then, I shall share my response.
Goddess; fuel for the soul and cravings long sought. Sensuality enlightened and YOUR passion returned. Goddess stirs, this recipe forms… Dash of her energy, heaping handfuls of passion, and ahhh… tantric touch to bring that which YOU believed was unattainable. Silence the secrecy of technology, for once and all. Minus integrity, energy will not align. Bring to simmer, then quick boil. Consume all in it’s entirety and negativity shall recoil.
Sí, yo te guiaré!
A bit of chill in the wind,
warmed by a response,
to a shooting star.
Looking up, at the same time.
I am reminded, it was
not a dream.
Brought by the magic of a star,
ah a meteorite.
The warmth of hearing you once more,
more comfort than imagined.
This move still has an ethereal feel to it.
I cannot shake that dreamy; *Am I really here?* feel to this chapter.
It’s almost as if I dreamed up this town, the lake, the people and their smiles.
Stress upon stress fall behind me, most unable to follow me to Mexico.
The packing that preceded this move, turned into a frenzy in the final weeks.
And then, when that frenzied, determined smoke cleared…
This is now my home. A home which feels like home, much more than past moves.
I venture out, down the terrain of cobblestoned streets. My hiking shoes protect my ankles, as I hoist groceries back up up up that hill. Transportation is a couple of months
in the distance. Uh oh… these groceries… I need a burrow at least!
Where did I see that sign… Massage? Was it down this street, surely it was? But no, and so I travel into the village. Poking my head into doors to find it is oh so so much for a massage. so very businessy in it’s energy… uh uh. Feet back on the cobblestones… back up that hill. Oh once more down this street, that street…
THERE… MASSAGE GODDESS!
Tantric, Stone, Deep tissue, Chakra and more…
The energy reaches, searches and meets with mine.
This fits like I imagined massage… Thus my reward, for circling around and around, peaking through corridors and courtyards.
Sublime… so very… and then I hear an addition to the music. Chanting a touch so low I can barely hear it, thinking it is merely a part of the music?
But, ah the direction is near me. Little song, and a drop more of chanting, as she works that uncooperative neck and shoulder.
Quieted, she places what feels like a coin… forehead and points… amid a tapestry of touches, scents, mist whooshing over me… she leans in and whispers, my sensing a question in her tone.. (Gosh my hearing is awful)… She repeats. “You are different”
I laugh and think to myself… So what else is new?
Massage over, this talented woman wrestles with English to explain what she meant. The short of it is, all my chakras are open.
Which seems to surprise her, for most aches and muscle imbalances are in part due to some sort of energy imbalance, of which she explains is not the case with me. So few words, but so hard to explain to me, for there is a language barrier. She wants to know why this is, but cannot verbalize it. I smile and explain how the love lives on… my mother.
It’s interesting, for I know so little of chakras, but instinctively I knew. I knew that anything which fortified something deep, had to come from my mother/childhood. Interesting for when I do a touch of research online, I find that childhood is when our chakras are formed.
So my chakras are open… hmmm… this escapee may be powerful in ways that indeed are rather ethereal.
My mentors remain with me, in memory. Their lessons live on, touching me
and those I am close to.
This search is officially on, for souls which relish life with (near) reckless abandonment!
My fur mentors take to the cobblestone with me, making introductions to new
people, canines and stimuli, that may have otherwise slipped by me.
They are not afraid to get their paws dirty. In fact they relish the opportunity
to roll in the dirt with new friends. What better example for me!?!
Which of you Get Down and Dirties are up for the cobblestones??!!??!!
no es mi virtud
Sí y mas
Aquí en mí