If you can remember when the sun got more face-time than the stars, back when the dark did not mean the cold and you could drink during the daylight hours for several hours upon end then perhaps you remember that once the sky turned black, well, a deep shade of blue, the sun would leave little rays of itself firing through the high atmosphere to illuminate the smallest particles of water vapor clinging to each other so high above our own imaginations.
n.-- shining at night, usually of very thin high altitude clouds observable in the summer twilight sky
#1. In order to continue this search for meaning and peace, it becomes ultimately important to re-examine the attachments and detachments that seem to define who we are.
Instead of allowing the relationships between people, food, clothing, vehicles, achievements, etc. to become who we are, let us begin by defining ourselves then letting these other articles that we find in our environments fall neatly into our experiences like so many puzzle pieces. If it doesn't fit, let it fall to the floor. Not forever mind you, but just for the moment. Remember the size and shape of the misfitting piece and be able to return to it if ever a hole opens up for it.
That is, no one died for my sins, covering them with his scarlet blood so that when I stand before the eternal judge, he may see that my debts have already been paid.
There is no eternal judge. And there are no debts to be paid later. All of my transgressions will probably come back to bite me in the ass before I die.
So I really only have two options:
1. Live in fear of the repercussions of my wrongful words or deeds.
2. Live a very aware existence, thinking before I speak or act and being sure to do what is the most right at all times.
Obviously, the second option would lead to far more happiness in the long run. Hell, even in the short run. We all know that as soon as we tell even the smallest white lie, we begin to worry that we will be found out.
I think I have just presented an oddly selfish argument for doing things which society deems to be good and moral: To not be caught.
If we, at all times, are careful and mindful of our interactions with others and try with great consciousness to do the good and avoid the bad, we will be set free from the anxiety of punishment.
I think I'm tiring. I'll be heading into the woods next week for a couple weeks. When I return we may move on to something a little bit different. It should still be sexy but maybe it will have a slight change in tack. Bear with me, folks: existential crisis is about to be in full-swing.
You know those moments when your breath catches and you feel all the blood rush to your head, a dizziness takes over then a flush, the heat comes from your chest outward, your feet tingle with a strangle sensation and your eyes go a bit wobbly? That moment happens when you see someone that seems to embody some type of heavenly beauty. It's clear that there is more than the aesthetic that's on the surface and you just know that under all those beautiful shades and sloping curves, her personality would make you swoon.
It's a long I, EYE, paired with a hissing S but it won't be enough ICE to cool this word down. Slithering into the short A then the N which makes your tongue rub, push against the roof of your mouth. The transition to the soft G can be difficult but is made easier if you stretch your lips forward as if puckering for a smooch then pull them right back into a sweet smile for the short E and move the tip of your tongue to the backs of your top-front teeth. That last syllable is key, isn't it? LUST without the pop of the T. Simply ending with that sensual S we all crave so much.
I think that there are times when too much is never enough. Kisses. Wine. Leaves. Sunlight. Ocean. Mexican food. Oh, and Nakedness. It is never too soon to remove clothing.
A T is a tough way to start off a sexy word but if it's with the R it helps. You can roll that TUH! into the RRRRRrrrr nicely with a little practice. The short A is nice and short, hurried into that B where your lips come together softly then part with just a slight exhalation. Don't be too strong with the O. It's somewhere between a schwa and the OH! The Cs are hard and don't you forget it. Make them click near the back of your throat. It may help if you put a slightly desirous sneer on your face, like you want it but don't want to give too much away all at once. The ANT are an interesting set. Don't make it sound like an insect but it shouldn't be quite like your mother's sister either. If you make it through, make sure to put the breath behind the last T. Always finish strong, as if you enjoyed the journey.
Yes, pretty much everything does end. But why should that stop the dreamer? There's, at least, the present moment in which we can dwell and thrive with all our hopes riding on the next second to bring just as much joy. And we can find that glistening shine if we purpose our minds to see the beauty.
Is today truly reality? What about tomorrow? What if it's all just a dream? Have you ever dreamt about our Wednesday together on a Tuesday night? Things to come. Things to softly come to pass.
Short E into hissing Ss. There are two so pronounce them both. Not individually but as a pair that are linked, making a chain that will carry you to the long O. As your mouth rounds out that special sound of surprise move towards the gentle M so your lips come together in an expression of good, tasty, satisfying. Another short E passes quickly then onto the last ticking syllable. NIK! N and I sure but make sure that hard C clicks in the back of your mouth almost to your uvula but high-pitched enough to not be creepy.
adj. -- showing things as they will be in the future.
I'd like for you to show me what you will be in the future. Hopes and expectations. Black holes and revelations...
Start with that sweet and soft S. Even the somewhat frightening hisssss of a serpent is slightly sensual. A short E like pen or hen or men. And the N which pushes your tongue up against the roof of your mouth for a moment before you transition to the T-uh!! of the T. Then the TIC sounds like the passage of another moment of your life as you draw nearer to the return from whence you came. The last syllable should be somewhere between the long U and the long O. Not US but not OOZE. As you finish, feel that final hiss. Oh, the symmetry of beginning and ending with that lovely essence of the S.
I'd like to tell you how much I really do care. I do. My cynicism is just my way of detaching emotionally from most of the shit that happens in the world that we can't really deal with. I use irony and sarcasm to weave my intellect through all of the injustice that is dumped(intentionally or not) on so many of my fellow animals with whom I share this thin pie crust of a planet that we call Home.
Oh, how we love L words! Simply letting our tongues curl behind our teeth and roll outwards is a pleasure.
This is a place where, back in the old days, lots of the ship's extra riggings and gear were kept. In modern boats, it's where the steering gear equipment is located. Rudder shaft, et al. This means that it is an especially vulnerable place on the boat because of the holes in the hull required to get the shaft outside to the rudder. When under way and in stormy weather, a careful watch must be placed on the lazarette so that it doesn't begin to take on too much water.
It seems that we all have our own lazarettes, those special places in, or on, us that are susceptible to damage early in hard times but contain very important parts of what makes us who we are and keeps us going.
Keep a careful eye on your lazarette and be mindful of others'. Let's try to keep each other afloat.
Oh, would that we could, my darling, stay in all day and just softly look into each other's eyes, only talking when we truly had words of praise for the other and noticing the way the light fell on the covers as we rolled around under the sheets.
Sleeping warm, lovelies? It's these cold days and seeming lack of sun that can sometimes make us feel funny. We can have a tendency to want to curl up and stew with our emotions and if someone angers or peeves us, we do not react well. That's when we may need to...
v. -- to make amends
Apologizing and making up can be very sexy, can't it? We all know what kind of chemistry can start bubbling up when affection is renewed.
We love R words. Even that slightest roll of the tongue to start things of means it's going to be a good day. We'll take the long E moving into the S. But move on to that AR that kind of feels like a growl. Not a mean growl, of course. Make it a seductive AAARRRRRGGGGHHH. The C is soft and leads us nicely into the diphthong that is IA. It's another long E and a long A. EEEEYAY. And that T wraps things up sweetly.
Darling, I'd like to resarciate because I know that I haven't been the best and you deserve the best. I'm trying to be with you. Please, work with me. Come here...
The V makes your bottom lip scrape across your front teeth. Hold it for the briefest of moments then move on to the short E. The P should pop perfectly. Try to separate the P and the R with just a slight pause, imperceptible to everyone but your own loins. Another short E then that hard C that clicks in the back of your mouth. Long O, oh how we love long Os. That softest of Ss should be taken seriously. Just let it linger, baby.