care . . .

love . . .

yes let's . . .

nice eyes . . .

michael franti . . . oh my God.

lay down with me still and quiet, and know this . .

i choose to give to you a part of me . .

for an experience belonging only to us . .



do not see my eyes . . . but the way they look at you

do not feel my fingertips . . . but the way they touch you

do not feel my body pressed to yours . . . . but my soul inside . .
as it moves with dance and song . . . in joy of our closeness



and pull from me, the parts I know not yet . . . and take them to you . .
so I can learn them, by feeling them . . . from you as you give them back

she will know exactly how to touch you and when she does it will be like she always has been . . .
she will make you feel like the man you know you are and not the man everyone thinks you are supposed to be . . .
she will see you in a way that no one does and everyone should, and she will make you feel . . .


Like never wearing shoes again
Like taking your shirt off in the sun and feeling it's warmth against your skin
Like the world around you in its busy-ness does not exist
Like the softness of her touch caresses your soul
Like the sound of her voice soothes your ears and warms your heart

Like she knows you from another life
Like she loved you before, long, long ago
Like you finally found each other after all this time
Like God sent her from heaven to you
she is your Angel
you are her world

Like you can live forever in her arms
Like time stops when you look into her eyes
Like your heart jumps when she smiles at you
she lifts you up
she empowers you
she makes your soul feel refreshed and your body feel strong
Like you can do anything, and conquer every obstacle

you feel like a new man

*smiling*

appreciated!

thank you.

What I know . . .

I know where I come from, where my roots are planted.

There are some that would say I have no roots at all . . . that my gypsy notions are proof I have no one place where I always am . . . and they would be wrong.

It is my gypsy nature that has led me to know myself so well that I feel my roots and my grounding with every physical and emotional move I make.

My roots are strong and deep . . . yet they are in constant motion, creating movement and growth where they are firmly planted. You see this place I come from . . . the core of the human woman I am . . . it is the depths of the sea, in the sandy earth below the water of all the world.

It is a beautiful and simple thing to be connected to and carry the energy of such an enchanting part of our earth. I have the gift of powerful and deep grounding . . while enjoying the constant motion of life with the ability to embrace all of the inconsistency and unknown . . with out fear or hesitancy.

I move with life and love every moment, I see it all around me in a way that is not overwhelming but inviting. I do not worry about the fact I do not have enough time or resources to take it all in . . . but I savor all that I get and I am thankful for the abundance that surrounds me.

My gypsy ways are merely mimicking the movement I would have in an ocean life like the one I had long ago. Lon g ago before my roots grew so thick and long that I grew up and out and on to the land to share with those who come from mountains and deserts and even the sky.

The joy I feel as I step into the edge of the whitewater and move forward into deeper water is truly indescribable, the joy of my boys is all that can compare and still I have no words to put to the way I feel.

I taste the salt on my lips and almost cry.

I feel the texture of the water moving . . . pulling and pushing around my body until the water and I become one.

I allow the temperature to take my breath away only once and then I feel nothing but comfort and warmth.

I give up all of my humanness and allow this vast energy . . . living energy to cradle me and hold my spirit . . . the hands of God . . . I am sure.

In this moment I know everything and nothing . . . my element guides and supports me as my maker intended . . . I am safe and at peace.

This I know.

grassyass

i am one to let things happen not make them happen . . .

are we at a restaurant? or did he cook for me . . . cause . . .

i travel in my mind every day . . . i could go either way, so i guess i am content . . . despite my gypsy nature.

At the signal just before I turn into the neighborhood I can feel my energy change . . . it is not something I do . . . it just does on its own.

I pull into the driveway always convinced I need to take a minute to mentally prepare, but then I never do . . . before I know it I am opening the door . .
to the place that opens the door . .
to the place I go . .
where I so clearly belong.

He is there . . . all ready for his part of the journey . . . the journey we take together that is never planned and never known until it is over.

His name is Gideon and other than some general facts and my visual interpretation, I do not know much about him. He is short and has an accent (although most would be at a loss as to place where it is from). He loves the Beatles and Harley-Davidsons, he has 3 daughters, he speaks 6 languages, blah, blah, blah . . . . these facts that I would normally find important to know . . . are seemingly UNimportant . . . because what I KNOW about Gideon is not relevant . . . what I FEEL from Gideon is.

I feel refreshed at my first steps into the front room, I feel his energy immediately and take it as a cue began my part of our beautiful journey. I remove my clothes and look around the room . . . where will I be called to today? Where is it that I will feel the most at peace and still be able to give what I give and go to that place I love so much?

I can feel his energy switch into go gear . . . he starts to observe immediately and wonder what he will be getting from me today.
He says he knew from the moment he met me,
he says he felt me before he saw me,
he says the way I move tells him my spirit is in charge of my body
. . . he wants me to share with him that spirit and
he wants to share me with the world.

Today I feel heat on my face . . . I take a chair by the window and put my face to the sunlight coming in. I pull my legs up and let them lay on the armrest and back of the chair. There are plants in the window sill and I have already started to go to my favourite place. My face is turned away from Gideon, my left arm is raised up and resting on my head . . . my hair falls down over my left breast . . . my right hand rests on my right thigh . . . the Eagles are playing on the radio . . . I close my eyes and as I fall away to my special place I can hear Gideon moving things around, it is as if he cannot move fast enough . . . I can hear his breathing change . . . I am falling deeper . . . and finally as I take my final descent, I can simultaneously hear his brush on the canvas, smell the paint in the air, and feel his eyes see everything that I feel . . . it is a beautiful and amazing circle and I go away.

“I think I am done” he says
“So soon? How long has it been?" I ask
“About an hour” he replies
I rise from the chair and stretch , my legs confirm the length of time. I put on my clothes and ask how he feels as I walk over to the large canvas.
“I feel really good, I will work on it some more after you leave, but I am very happy”.
As I straighten my skirt and approach the painting I am immediately taken back to where I was just a few minutes ago .

. . how in the hell does he do that?? WoW!!! The closer I look the more I am amazed.

“What is this ?” I ask as I point to halo like strokes of light that surround my entire body . . .
“Today you were in a really light place . . . thank you for sharing it so clearly”

I realize he is right . . . I was.

I think . . . how does he see what I feel ?
and
He thinks . . . how does she show me something that comes from inside of her ?
and
for today our journey together is over and like I said . . . it was not until that very moment . . . that we knew where we had gone . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . and we could not have done it had we not been with each other.

9

in and out.

innocent

damien rice . . .