First Touch

Do you remember the first time you were touched by your first boyfriend/girlfriend?  Those innocent touches that made you feel odd inside and your heart skip a beat...shared smiles because he/she was going through the same thing.

i remember mine - there are two actually that stand out very clearly in my mind. i was 14 yrs old and he was 15. (good grief that's young)  The very first touch was, looking back, a very mature, tender one.  We were talking -  standing close without touching -  and he reached up and traced the side of my face and jaw line.  Let me tell you, i almost fainted.  my young heart responded to that gentle touch - the look on his face -  and i have never felt as beautiful as i did that very minute.

The second one was a bit different, but no less powerful.  We were sitting in church, in the back pew (of course!), he was on my right.  my leg was crossed at the knee and he extended his leg toward mine, pinning it against the back of the pew in front of us.  Leg pressing leg, we sat (i have NO idea what was said in church!!)  And he didn't let it go until after the service was over. 

First Touch.  Sweet.  Innocent.  Powerful.  ::sigh::



Edit:
(something else that makes me sigh - good lyrics)

Artist: Josh Gracin
Song: Stay With Me (Brass Bed)

Lyrics :

Baby, the clock on the wall is lying
It's not really that late
It's too cold outside to bewalking around the streets of this town
Anywhere if you think you have to be can wait

Why don't you stay with me
Share all your secrets tonight
We can make believe the morning sun never will rise
Come and lay your head on this big brass bed
And we'll be alright as long as you stay with me, yeah

Baby, there is just no use in hiding
The way that I am feeling right now
With you standing there baby I swear I can't help but stare
Girl you're wearing me out, wearing me out

Baby, stay with me share all your secrets tonight
We can make believe the morning sun never will rise
Come and lay your head on this big brass bed
We'll be alright as long as you stay with me

Baby don't go it looks like it's starting to rain
And it's so warm here in this apartment wrapped up in this blanket
So stay

Stay with me
Share all your secrets tonight
We can make believe the morning sun never will rise
Come and lay your head on this big brass bed
And we'll be alright as long as you stay
I'll be alright as long as you stay with me, yeah

Stay with me

Where's the Passion?

Recently, someone told me they were neutral in their thinking over a subject. That seems so utterly sad to me. To lose one's passion in life, one's ability to discern what one wants, and just claim to be neutral.   How do we, as humans, get to that point where nothing means anything and all is neutral?  Does life beat us down so much, or other people, perhaps, and so we throw our hands up and declare that we don't care about anything and will go as the wind blows?

But i defend, that passion is what makes us interesting as people.  Look at a person who has a real passion for something and many times their enthusiasm spills over to you - it expands your own horizons.  Even if you completely disagree with someone on the subject, you can admire their passion, their stance on that subject and come away from the experience a better person, able to see both sides of the coin, so to speak. 

What's your passion?  Don't claim the middle road - get excited about something, grab hold of it and stand your ground.  And hang on for the ride...it'll be more exciting that you ever thought possible. 

What happened

Something that should have been lovely and wonderful just went completely and utterly wrong. 

 

Sometimes an extraordinary person walks in to an ordinary life and changes it forever.

Lately, i've been giving a lot of time thinking about the lost 'art' of elegance.  In our soceity, it seems as though we've gone very casual and that reflects on every aspect of our lives.

However, in light of the absolute horror of what has happened in Louisana and Mississippi, this topic can wait until next week. 

www.redcross.org

 

Why doesn't this country have better public transportation? Goodness me! Maybe if we did then we all wouldn't arrive to work feeling frazzled and stressed. grrrrrrrrrrrrr

...Like a Natural Woman

Don't you just love songs that you can sing at the top of your lungs.  Pure joy.  Unadulterated bliss.  Throw your head back, crank up the volume and become 'one' with the music.  Today was one of those days.  When i heard that ole' song (Natural Woman) i sang it with abandon...cause...

Today was a day where i was totally thrilled to be a woman - basking in my femininity, embracing my softness, flouncing around in my skirt and heels and realizing that the "you" that makes me feel like a natural woman...is the permission i give myself to be one.  Not to fight to be manly or pushing my way through life, but loving the softer side of me.  The side that loves nail polish and stockings, make-up and jewerly, soft hair and giggles, high heels and scented lotion, elegant gestures and lipstick.

i'm a natural woman alright....and loving every minute of it.