Wednesday's Sexy Word of the Week

It happens especially when the sun begins spending more time with us, when the wind is a more comfortable warm, when the birds start to sing and chirp and carry on just because they feel like it: Wanderlust. That feeling that you need to see something other than the same old horizon. New trees, new bees, newbies. I've done a little research(because I'm a bit of a planner) and it turns out that travel doesn't take much money, just time. Take the time to move and be moved. Cross some fucking borders.

Peregrination


PAIR is the first syllable and if you're gentle with it, it will turn you on. Be kind, be soft. Feel the vowels deep in your throat as the cords vibrate. Don't roll this R. As a matter of fact, treat it like an Aussie and move around it like a wallaby in the road. The second E should schwa out of your way if you steer correctly. The next GRUH could use a little hairlip--Elvis. Then the last NAYshun syllables just pop out like setting the parking brake. Don't hold that N. Let it go.

n.--- a travelling from place to place; a wandering.


Fly, my Pretties. Leave the nests and explore those other lands. Sweetly. And with open hearts.

Wednesday's Sexy Word of the Week

Maybe you have never committed murder. Perhaps you've never embezzled billions of dollars or shipped kilo after kilo of black tar heroin across international borders. You probably messed up somewhere along the way though. If only just for yourself, you may need some Expiation.

n.-- atonement


Anything that starts with the X sound is sexy. XXX, e.g. Then we move quickly to the PEE-AY part of the word. Almost diphthong but not quite. Make sure it's smooth, baby. The last syllable is an easy SHUN. The key to saying this word is to cock your head slightly to the side and move your eyes up to the corners in an effort to look mischievous. Leave 'em wondering if you're truly repentant.

Wednesday's Sexy Word of the Week

It starts with a simple PURRRR, like the sound of a content kitten. Don't be afraid to roll the R right there at the end before you bring your sweet bottom lip under your porcelain upper teeth for the F. Then ID is the next syllable. The id is something to keep ever at the forefront of your mind. After that softly spoken D bring on the final little turn: IOUS. EE-usssssssss...And hold that S the way we whisper sweetnothings.


Perfidious


adj.-- deliberately faithless; deceitful; treacherous

Be wary,  my sweet ones. This is a sexy sounding word but its sound belies its usage. Or does it...

Sunday Zen

(the cosmic microwave background radiation)

There is a theory that states that if ever anybody discovers exactly what the universe is for and why it is here, it will instantly disappear and be replaced by something even more bizarre and inexplicable...There is another theory that states that this has already happened. --Douglas Adams

Wednesday's Sexy Word of the Week

When the cold wind blows and the sun visits so infrequently, our first instinct is to huddle and hide. Curl under the supposed security of that fleece blanket and wait it out. Perhaps that is not the answer. Perhaps we should fight against that urge and spread ourselves out to catch, capture, and collaborate with each spare ray of light.



Frondescence






F-R makes your bottom lip creep out from under your teeth. At the end we get to let that S sound slide and slip and linger.



noun -- the process of putting forth leaves.


Put forth your leaves, darlings. Open your foliage to the things that are here today. Do not wait for warmer weather. Embrace the cold and let it become a part of you.

Sunday Zen

"It's enough for me to be sure that you and I exist at this moment." -- Gabriel García Márquez

Wednesday's Sexy Word of the Week

One definitely needs some fresh air and sunshine this time of year. We're almost locked indoors, staring through panes of glass, watching the grey clouds float by, huddling with blankets to ward off the cold wind that seems to penetrate to our bones, longing to loose ourselves and frolic with childlike glee among a welcoming Mother Nature and her progeny. 

Jump in the car, darlings. We're headed to the shore. Salt water will heal all those emotional wounds. Let the waves carry your troubles away. 

Thalassomania 

n.-- a passion for the sea. 

I can hear the sirens calling.