Took this pic in my backyard. The last full moon of the year. I felt the Universe watching me.
Erotic pole poetry… yeah it was as great experience. I had the pleasure of experiencing an erotic poetry open mic, hosted by 4plaync, which also featured pole dancing and musicians. Poets, from all ages, came out and shared their work on love, sex, sensuality, and relationships. Some of the highlights included pole dancing performed to spoken word. It was amazing to see the visual side while someone speaks their truth and heart.
The crowd consisted of old, young, couples, and singles. Most of the poets were men, who spoke on meeting their loves, relationships, family, and life. I loved the blend of people sharing their experiences. Some people would thing erotic poetry was just about people sitting around talking about sex, but it is more than that. This was about people opening their hearts to the experience of connecting with someone else. The sharing of energy. The sharing of intimacy. Having your partner sitting there looking at you while you share you heart and soul about how they make you feel. Being able to translate feelings into words is an art. Being able to share those words with others is a gift.
I remember, years ago, poetry was an outlet for sharing my feelings. Poetry was my way of connecting with the one I loved. Somehow, over the years, I stopped writing, but this event changed me. It made me realize how much I love writing, poetry, and connecting with others. So, this year, I plan to write more, share more, and connect more. If you are a poet or writer, I would love to read your work, if you are willing to share.
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I am finally saying goodbye to cheese. The thing is I love cheese. I love the taste, smell, and feel of cheese. I love it on pizza, eggs, mac and cheese, and cheesy pastas. Oh hell, I love cheese but my allergies and sinuses don’t.
For the past year, whenever I eat cheese, I’ve have not so good reactions. It use to be it would just make my sinuses drain or clog. Then it turned into a itchy throat and a cough. Now, I throw up for days and have so much sinus pressure from the mucus I can barely stand to sit up. Last week I had pizza and later that night I was throwing up so much even after I finished my stomach was still contracting (It was like morning sickness all over again). My daughter came running in the bathing asking did I need to go to the doctor. Honestly, it felt like I did, but me being stubborn, I didn’t. Seeing the look on her face, and the pain in my stomach, let me know it was time to give up cheese. Also, since I already have year round allergies, from nature trying to kill me, and have to take allergy meds everyday, I don’t to have to keep dealing with this too.
I know there are vegan options and I would love to find a good one without spending a lot of money going through the bad ones. So if anyone has any suggestions on vegan options, please feel free to leave them in the comments.
Oh warmth, where are you? It seems like forever since I was here, in Riviera Maya, Mexico, soaking in sun rays and feeling the warmth surrounding me. It seems like forever since I sat on the beach, looking at the ocean, pondering where my life is going. But, it’s only been a month. A month since I had some of the most amazing food and drinks. Since I swam in the most beautiful pools and splashed in the ocean. A month since I had the most amazing massage EVER- yes it was that good.
Right now, in North Carolina, the last bit of snow is slowly disappearing. There’s barely any trace of the 11 inches of snow from last weekend. This has been the craziest and coldest Fall. We rarely get snow this early in year. Heck we never get snow this early. If we get snow, it’s after the new year. Usually, I can still go outside in a light jacket and hat. Now I need snow boots, layers of clothes, and a wind deflector. It’s like we skipped right over Fall.
Don’t get me wrong, I love Winter. I love the crisp cold air and the barren land. I live for snuggling under the covers, with some hot chocolate, while watching movies and home improvement shows. For me, it is a time of death and rebirth. The cold comes in and kills all, that no longer serves a purpose, in order to bring in new life. I’m taking a look at my life in this same way. The Riviera Maya was gorgeous and warm, but it also served as a way of me clearing out old stagnant energy and bringing new energy into my life. As I sat on the beach watching the sun reflect on the water, I also reflected on the last year of my life – the good and the bad. Thankfully, there were a lot more good than bad days. But, I also realized it’s time for me to let some ideas I had for my life die. The vision I had for my life no longer applies. Maybe I was holding on too tightly to the idea, in my mind, of how I wanted my life to be, instead of allowing in what I needed to create the life that was best for me – yeah, just a little too tight.
So now, I let go and bid farewell to my vision, or nightmare, I held in the prison of my mind. I will take this winter break to go inside and hibernate, and look forward to waking up in the spring fresh and renewed – reborn.
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Since I’ve been out of work my anxiety has been in overload and my motivation has been stuck in park. Usually I write poetry or blog posts, or take pics to motivate me. My dream is to be a travel photographer and blogger. Even though I have turned my life upside down and went all out to make my dreams come true, nothing has materialized.
One of the things that helps take my mind off the world is reading. In the last two months, I’ve read over 30 books. I usually average about 3 to 5 books a week. One thing I’ve noticed is my taste in books have changed. I usually go for romance novels but that hasn’t been satisfying me, so I switched to fantasy and mystery. Mostly books on angels and demons or assassins. When I tell you this has opened up a whole new way of enjoying books for me, man…let me tell ya. Now, I watch a lot of movies and tv shows on the subjects that’s why I gravitate to romance with books. But, reading the books allow me to immerse myself in the world and get more enjoyment out of it.
I know you are wondering where I am going with this and I’m about to tell you. I asked myself, why can’t I treat my life like a book? Why can’t I treat my interests like the books I read? Maybe I’m too focused on the things I’ve always liked and gravitated towards. Maybe it’s time to pick a new interest (book) and see where it takes me. Or just, look at a different genre, like romance with assassins…lol. Yea, I know it may sound crazy, but you know what I’m getting at. Photography will always be my number one love, but maybe I need to explore something else besides nature photography. Maybe it’s time to try a new book. OR, just maybe I’ll start writing the fantasy book I’ve been reading in my head.
Is it time for you to start a new book? Tell me about it.
I had a kid later in life, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t around kids. I have nieces and nephews, god kids, and tons of little cousins. There’s literally a kid born in our family every couple of months. For some reason, even when I’m out in public, kids seem to be drawn to me and tell me just about everything. One thing I learned, being surrounded by kids, is if they trust you, they will open up to you. They will tell you about their fears, dreams, and bodily functions. Most of the time, all they want is someone to listen, give them some time, and pay just a little attention to them.
I am an observer by nature. I’m that person who sits back and watches what’s not being said. I watch for clues or gestures. When someone is talking to me, I listen to what they are not saying. I listen to their body language. This has helped me be a great aunt, cousin, and godmother. My young family members felt comfortable coming to me, even though I had no kids of my own. They said I made them feel safe and not judged. That meant so much to me. Even their parents would come to me with concerns about their kids. Not because I was this wonderful parent, but because I was a great listener and observer. I was the person who see the things they didn’t see. I was the person with whom their kids shared their thoughts and they respected me for it. And, I was a kid, so I was a kid of understand how kids think.
As a parent, I don’t know everything about my child, and I never will. I will never say what my child will or won’t do, when they are not with me, because I know kids act differently when they are not with their parents. I know my child will not tell me everything and I will never completely know what is going on with them. This is why I welcome advice from non-parents who spend time with my kids. People who observe things I may miss, because I spend so much time with them, I may overlook small things. Those small things, may turn out to be big things. I welcome the advice because they may say something that will help me be a better parent. Maybe they have some insight as to why my child may be acting or feeling a certain way. Maybe they struggled with the same thing as a child and have guidance that could help make my life easier.
It takes a village to raise a child and in that village there are childless people. Being childless does not make your opinion invalid. Being childless does not mean you can’t identify problems or issues that arise in children or families. Most childless people I know have parented a child in some way. I will never mark someone’s opinion as invalid because they have not had kids. With any information I am given, I take what I need and leave the rest. As a parent, it is my responsibility to do what is best for my child, and sometimes what is best is to listen to someone who may not be a parent.
Our village is hurting. It’s crying out for help. We are experiencing grief, depression, anxiety, and hopelessness. This leads to isolation and lack of communication. The village used to be a place where people could come to get information, education, rights of passages, and love. Now, it offers no words of encouragement, wisdom, or support.
There was a time when we all came together to do what is best for the community, for its people. To help look after each other, to feed the hungry, and support the dreams of the youth. There was a time when kids could approach the elders and get words of wisdom, but now they offer words of dread. There was a time when the hungry could go to corner store or the neighborhood grandmother and be offered food and comforting words, now he is turned away with words filled with hurt and hate. We used to look out for each other, now we turn a blind eye to the destruction of the community. We stopped communicating and now we’re deaf to the screams for help.
For so long, we’ve convinced ourselves we’re immune to the diseases and illnesses of the outside world. We’ve falsely believed depression, anxiety, and mental illness didn’t live in our homes. People laughed at the child, who showed signs of mental illness, for acting a little different. Instead of offering help, we offered ridicule. We protected the uncle, who molested the family members- telling everyone he was just being friendly. We allowed him, and others like him, to shatter the innocence and joy of youth. Instead of giving them justice, we gave them indifference. Instead of giving the one with big dreams the tools and wisdom to reach those dreams, we gave him negativity and doubt while laughing at his aspirations.
We are failing our community because we are scared to admit we need help and to get help. We’re afraid to communicate for fear of judgement and ridicule. The world we live in shames us for admitting we need help, have struggles, and for being less than perfect. We’ve built a mirage that life is always about being bigger, better, faster, flashier, more, more, more… We’ve no longer appreciate the little things in life, the small comforts, and gestures of love and hope.
The village has tried, for so long, to hide its hurt and pain behind this illusion and now it’s rearing its ugly head with a vengeance. The village is no longer able to care for and love the youth, because we don’t know how to care for and love ourselves. Love, wisdom, fun, and fellowship are no longer valued in the community. The sad part is, we know help is there, we’re just scared to seek it. How can we heal if we can’t admit we need help? How can give the youth hope for the future, when we can’t admit and get help for the hopelessness of the present? In order to heal, the village must admit it is sick. In order to heal, we must raise our voices and ask for help. Until we are able to do this, we will continue to suffer in silence.