Natural Sensual Home

"What lives grows and has its being in human life can only be grasped with the same human faculty that can grasp the invisible metomorphic laws of living nature"....and exerpt from the newsletter sent home from my 6 year old son's school in regards to pushing reading and acedemia at too a young age.

Form the book I'm reading: "A sensuous person is a warm soul...We entered this world warm, naked and sensuous, unashamed and unencumbered by hang-ups....Sensuality is the inner warmth that radiates from some people and makes them objects of desire...a deeper, longer lasting, and richer essence that appeals to the opposite sex, a warm spirit that we carry within..."

I ask my son, snuggled in a soft nest of blankets "What is you favorite part about life?" He thinks a moment and says " The senses...I can see, feel and listen..." and he makes sure his new binoculars are close by so he can watch birds on his next park walk.

The reference to sensuality connected to warmth...I like that...especially on a cold rainy fall Sunday...embracing the sensual nature of life is like coming home...a soft and beautiful warm place to savor.

My daughter comes in my room, glances at my naked vintage naked lady painting-"Mom...why do you have that? What if my friends come in here?" "Mmm-hmmm" I calmly reply, and then, " There is nothing wrong with celebrating the beauty of the naked body of a lady." ... and continue on with folding laundry.

She's 11...sigh...I hope she can filter through all of the images society bombards us...sexual images that, on their own...do not exemplify the natural sensual warm person we were all born to be...and sometimes forgotten under a mass of a million influences and false images. Images that...at the end of the day, when clothes fall to the floor and you find yourself with your lover...you can embrace what follows rather than be afraid. I want her to be safe, but I do not want her to fear and deny the beauty to be had by simply being human...a blessing by nature.

Roots of Eden

Every once in a while, I have to get dirty... my nail polish isn't shiny...it begins to chip away...a crescent of dark earth beneath my fingernails. I tore all the summer squash plants out and cut back the tangled mass of culinary herbs, clearing the space for winter kale varieties....essential plant oils rising up to keep me company as I cut and pull them away...lemon balm, oregano catmint and thyme. The basil stays....it will be used up before long in the kitchen anyway and die off on its own. So the bed is cleared and and the earth exposed...bringing a grounded satisfaction similar to the primal one: A bed, in a room...blanketed by folds of soft sheets and exposed skin rather than fallen leaves and earth...getting dirty to quench an altogether different form of sensory need. Yet, to know one, is continuous of the other...the rich moist earth amid the spiral of life and the culmination of appreciating the sweetness of sweat and fluid...watering the roots of desire.

...I'm going back outside!

This song is called "My Brambles"...I've always felt a sort of kinship with brambles...something about the wildness of them, the thorns, flowers, sweet berries and roses....

Sun is dancin', my darlin'
Arms been holding me all mornin'
Sea is so far from home, my darlin'

But if we'd only feet
It is here that we'd roam
O if we'd just two feet
It is here that we'd roam
And your arms would be keeping me all day

O your love calms my brambles
And your hands bring me sweet lavender
O you love clams my brambles
And your hands bring me sweet lavender

The glow will dance into the mountains
Darkness falls upon the canyon
When the heat is gone my darlin'
Please come gather me

Scattered Leaves

Half completed volunteer applications.... BSN program papers...training schedules for pediatric life support...a resume I'm attempting to update, though it's making my eyes glaze over!...Sooooo "HI!!"...I'm here instead...with no exciting information beyond little boy knights who fly past the window occasionally wearing tin-foil armor and declaring things like "Dragon!! Attack!!"...and "The king is here!!"...silk capes billowing out behind them as they traverse the kingdom of our back yard on imaginary noble steeds. My daughter, Princess Barfy, lies on the couch ...excused from the royal academy for the sake of fragility due to illness.

My mind is scattered... and there's a ton of stickers in my hair from crawling through bushes to scoop out mucky yucky slimy stuff from the pond filter in hopes to get the waterfall flowing again...emerging looking akin to a swamp siren...

Today... my mind is up in the clouds...with leaves of thought scattered amidst the grounds of consciousness.... and distracted by love, life...and the pursuit of....things I can't seem to articulate at the moment...it must be time to sit in the garden and watch bees...

Sending you all a wish for (((love))))

This blog would have been entirely more entertaining had I begun: "Half naked volunteers training for...."