Eye of the Universe

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Took this pic in my backyard. The last full moon of the year. I felt the Universe watching me.20181221_183308[1]

Erotic Pole Poetry

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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.

 

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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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Goodbye Cheese – I will miss you

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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.

Reflections from the Riviera Maya, Mexico

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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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Why Can’t I Just Start a New Book

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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.

 

Meet My Friend – Anxiety

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I’ve known anxiety for over half my life. We first meet in high school. At first it wasn’t so bad. She would show up every now and then and only hang for a couple of minutes. I would have little flutters when she showed up during important events (important for a teenager..lol) and as quickly as she came, she would leave. As time went on, she started hanging around longer and longer. Our interactions changed from flutters, to sweaty palms, to mini asthma attacks, crying attacks, and constant overthinking.

I’ve tried to break the bond with anxiety many times. We’ve gone months without interaction and at times years. The last couple of years we’ve really been hanging out a lot. I try to end things but she just keeps coming back. You know like the pesky little gnat that won’t stop flying around your ear. At times I’ve let her control me to the point I missed out on taking changes on things I really wanted to do. My constant overthinking had me over analyzing every situation to the point I would talk myself out of having fun, receiving and receiving love, and following my dreams.

As I’ve gotten older and placed more importance on self-love and balance, I’ve learned to handle her a lot better. I don’t let control my emotions or thoughts to the point I become paralyzed with fear. My attacks have become less frequent and my over thinking is getting better. Being out in nature has really helped with finding balance and identifying the things that contribute to anxiety attacks. I also found acknowledging and expressing my feelings during or after the attacks helps with the emotional stress.

Lately, our bond has not been as strong. I’m not saying we have completely ended our relationship, but I’ve learned how to manage and release the control she’s had over me for so many years. So, while she doesn’t visit me as frequently as she used to, I know she’s still around and now I’m more prepared to handle her visits.

Do any of you have an anxiety, and if so, how do you handle it?

 

 

 

Tired of being positive

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Universe, I’m tired of being positive. You know sometimes it seems like shit just ain’t working. No matter how positive I am and matter how hard I try, shit just ain’t working out. I say this because I’m tired. I’m depressed because I’m not making a breakthrough. For the past two years my life’s been turned upside down. Nope, scratch that. For the past 12 years, my life has been put through the wringer. I’ve lost everything, multiple times. When I say everything, I mean everything. My home, my income, my savings. I’ve been down to my last so many times it’s ridiculous. Everytime I pick myself up, get it back together, and start to put some money away, some bullshit comes and bam, it’s gone. After so many years of ups and down, you would think I would have given up by now. But nope, I stayed positive, sure that things would work out for me. They would for a while then the Universe would take it all away, leaving me to start from scratch…again.

I’m always the positive one in the bunch; the person others can lean on to have a good word or give good advice. I’m the one who says things are going to get better or think of the good in the situation. Even for myself, I just saying hold on and things will get better. You’re following your dreams and things will work out. The Universe will align things for you. But you know what, I’m tired of being positive and nothing is changing. I’m tired of putting in the work and nothing is working out.

Today, I woke up this morning crying because I can’t take the pressure anymore. For the first time, I let my daughter see me cry. For the first time, I didn’t care anymore. I’m tired of being the strong one and holding it together. I’m tired of holding it in because I don’t want her to see me weak. I’m at my last both mentally and emotionally. I’m in a place where darkness it taking over and I don’t see a way out. I have nothing left to give. To make it worse, my daughter held me and said mommy don’t cry, I’m here, and I couldn’t even look at her. I couldn’t look her in the eye and reassure her that everything is ok. That I’m ok….because I’m not. The pain, hurt, and disappointment has got me in a place and I don’t know if I can move. I just need a break. I’m not asking for much just a break where things better and I can get off this rollercoaster. I’m tired.