A Fro(Zen) Moment

Sensuality is everywhere, if the mind is open to it. There is something so enticing about sensational contrast, in any context: an ice cube pulled languidly across hot skin, or the kiss of hot shower water on a winter chilled body. A sensual stroke that evolves into something more intense, or a tentative press of lips that blossoms into passion. Recently, in the midst of shoveling, sledding, there was a moment when the cold crept in beneath My hair, breathed its essence on My neck, raised gooseflesh, made Me shiver. I smiled, recalling some of the best times that has happened, and thanked the Universe for nerve endings.

A Metaphor for Progress

A man I know has magic in his hands. Perhaps it's not magic at all. Perhaps what he possesses, in reality, is simply knowledge of the body and how to read it. More than once he has taken a knotted muscle, the pain that radiates from it, and disarmed it through targeted pressure and precise manipulation. The process goes like this: palpate the skin through massage, and when you come to the muscle in question, the one that is clenched and balled up upon itself, press hard, relentlessly. You will know you have the right spot by the intense pain that emanates from it. Press and keep pressing, through the pain, through the tension, until the muscle unclenches, submits, surrenders. The moment of relief is without a doubt a moment of magic, well worth the ones that preceed it.The key to all this is that one must move through the pain, and in order to do so one must embrace it. The relief from the pain is its own ecstacy, but something also happens to the one who moves through it. There is a moment in the process of pressing in which the ache envelopes, and the promise of something more than relief flutters into focus. Release, perhaps. Release.

Where I left off

Invisibility.... It seems I've been away awhile, longer than I realized. Looking back, it is clear that I chose the cloak of invisibility over these long months. My apologies to my friends and followers mired in this particular blog limbo in my absence. I have missed you all, and will do better, I promise. My lack of a dedicated headspace, a room of my own, has weakened my effectiveness and joy in so many other areas. Finally, here I am, a new day, new year, new President, new resolve. I have a lot to say and hopefully some time to say it. Welcome to 2009 and welcome, once again, to my space. Coffee is still brewing (not the same coffee, I promise, and bourbon aplenty, for those who'd rather), as are some new insights and adventures. I'm excited for the year already underway, and hopeful for the new administration, the future, and the possibilities embedded in the months to come.