You cannot see your reflection in running water, only in still water. Zen Buddhism
Your rough yet tender hands feel warm encircled around my face.
I gaze upwards to you, as the sunflower yearns for the sun
Your fingers seek to caress every crevice of my being
I crane and arch kissing the soul of your palms, taking you in
you said
surrender
I am confident in us
I am good with you
you said.
With you there is a strong knowing of what is, what will be
A steadiness, A sweetness we marvel often.
Fraiche
Reaching for each other,
cradling and nesting,
stifling and freeing,
rough yet tender
daring for something deeper....
I go careening off and you are fixed, a small smile always pursing at the corner
of your perfect delightful lips.
You go careening off and I reach from my breast, calm, sure, soft.
We listen, you coo
and I purr.
How to Bruxells wknd Opal style
Spend way too much booking last minute tix
Make no hotel reservation
U disembark train and are welcomed by cold windy rainy weather
Proceed to walk for 3 1/2 hours in said shitty weather
Cover the circumstance of the city center looking for above mentioned accomodation
Finally find a half empty hotel smack dab in the city
Eat big giant bowl of mussels and fries with shameless abandon
Need to puke
Don't puke but watch your friends drink the stuff Belgium is famous for....BEER...while you knock back camomile tea
Shake it off and trek among the other overzealous holiday shoppers who have come for the famed chocolate
Ohh and ahh at the statue of the little man pissing (mannequin Piss) you see everywhere, watch your friends drink more of the 450 varieties of beer, proceed to buy flavored beer to take home since you're too sick to drink it there, drink 100% cocoa to console self, wonder why there is so much grafitti in Bruxells...eat Belgian waffles with dallops of chocolate oozing off the corners....wonder if you will puke....eat mouth-watering food in a freaking music museum on the top of a hill overlooking the city....sleep on creaky bed and laugh yourself to sleep in the company of 3 Australians.
Teach Aussies Jamaican patois
Travel in 1st class back to Paris where you are met by one French frog who looks at you like a puppy.
Well, I do have a flare for the dramatic.....while at Julia's apt about 2weeks ago I literally opened my mouth and said "let's go to Sweden".....right then and there we booked tixs for the following long wknd. Take my advice, what you save in cheap fares you make up in travel time.....Our flight would only be 2hours away from Paris making it the perfect wknd escape. Also fortunate is that I have a friend who lives there and would later come to our rescue in finding a place to stay. The first night Julia and I spent half the night remarking how soft the beds were.....the Swedes do it different. Sweden is Paris's sleepy cousin, make that "very sleepy cousin". Imagine sunset everyday in the winter at 4p.....everything pitch black as if it were truly nighttime and consequently a rather large number of seasonally depressed....It was truly a bizarre and new experience as we felt we should be sleeping....Sweden makes up for all this with being one of the most originally well lit cities, Paris is known as the "City of Lights" but I would venture to say that Sweden staunchly challenges that.....come 4pm most restuarants are lit by candles.....ushering in brilliant illumination, an intimate feeling and calm prevades the neighborhoods. Yes it was cold, but not obscenely so. Though Julia would say otherwise, only west coast people could travel to a country with below zero degree weather with only a summer jacket to spare!!! Anyway I think she has suffered enough, the poor girl did try to buy a winter coat in Sweden as we imagined they would know right? well, Sweden is more expensive and the Krona made our Euros seem flimsy...... We were comforted by the fact that the Swedes speak perfect English and not by the fact of meeting a Swede who asked us why we would ever want to visit? that if she had not in fact been born there she would never have visited....strange non? thank heavens the lovely breakfasts of a generous dollop of yogurt, sprinkled with an ample dose of homemade granola and fresh fruit along with a warm cinnamon spiced kunnelbar for fun erased all traces of funny tunnelbana events. All in all, we shopped a little....ate a lot, walked a lot and frooze our behinds off and made up for it by drinking way too much high up in the sky at Gondolen. A trip well spent and worth a return visit in the springtime.
It was my first time. And as first times go...I was a bit nervous, shy as to what to do...what to wear....you know...how I should be.....thankfully I had a few able instructors who told me the how-tos. I soon got over my timidness and decided what the heck? why not "jump in" so to speak......and that I did....I decided to really play and have a ball so I wore a big bad ass wig, pink leggings, a grey bra, and a little vest of green.....I decided to keep my socks and sneakers on for effect et voila!!!!! Sure I was worried what the reaction would be....but you only live once right?
And so goes the very first time I dressed in disguise/costume and walked around the streets, albeit in Paris. I missed the boat with Halloween and never really got the costume party thing......but now I do. We had an absolute blast walking about the Rue Montogruel streets as hundreds of others did to this soiree in what was an old multi-level bookstore soon to be demolished...this place had cages.....music pulsated against the bare walls of this huge cavernous space. Wow...a Saturday night I will never forget.
i often jump
seen skipping if you're lucky
grownups all around me
yet i always feel so girlie.
soon will the day come....
where prams instead of pranks?
where we instead of me?
oh but solace be my friend
oh sweet reverie be my company.
for whence shall our eyes and soul meet that
i shall rest in this calm and joyful state
and with a great smile meet.
until that day hence.
Girl meets blog
I found a little partner in crime.....On that day as I am pictured above, we being the gypsies that we are....artists at heart, nature people, we ventured out...cast off our nets into the wide, deep and unending abyss....stumbling upon unpaved paths as we went...rambling among the roses....marvelling at God's handywork, marvelling at our great fortunes, dreams, fears.....kindred spirits...it was there that we ambled into a slice of heaven...upon this BOIS.......
Lesson for the day: If the boat is sinking don't ask me to row, it's harder than it looks really....
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