Romance

I have been accused of being insensitive, and unromantic. It frustrates me to hear these words directed at me, as I view myself as a hopeless romantic.

I have spent my fair share of timemaking romantic dinners and scattering beds with rosepetals. But my favorite romantic things are always more about finding something different to do that the other person will really enjoy.

One of the most romantic things I ever did was for my ex-husband. It was his birthday and we were so pathetically poor that I had no money at all to do anything. So I decided to do something fun.

I baked a cake (and ingredients were scarce) and then I cut out the letters of HAPPY BIRTHDAY and on each letter I placed a clue that led to the next letter. The last letter was on his cake.

I woke him up and he followed the clues, all bewildered and finally found his cake. He laughed and dipped his finger in the icing and fed it to me. We embraced and kissed. It was a sweet and carefree moment and I still think it is one of the more romantic things I have done.

Perhaps the most romantic moment of my life was when Master surprised me with the most breathtaking scenery I had ever seen.

I arrived at his home and we did our usualy ritual greeting. The next morning had him dragging me out of bed at 6am. I was so sleepy, we had been up late playing and I had serious bedhead.

He pushed me into the shower and while I got clean he pulled out clothing and shoes for me. I toweled off and found a pair of comfy jeans and long sleeved shirt, with a hoody and thick quilted vest. Hikers and warm comfy socks for my feet. I groaned in mock tiredness and whimpered at him as he laughed and jumped in the shower. He knew I was getting curious.

Not long after we were in his car, picnic lunch in the backseat, hurling down the freeway. Master liked to drive fast and I thrill at the speed and his control of the vehicle. We are driving back towards my house and I wonder where we are going when he takes an exit I have never used before.

He is driving through countryside that is unfamiliar to me. I know what is north and south but we are heading west towards the ocean. I reach over and take his hand and ask in my sweetest lil gurl voice where we are going. His only response is a smile. I settle back in my seat and watch out the window. Curiosity gnawing away at me and making me fidget with impatience.

Now we are in sudden forest and I stare up at the tall trees appreciatively, I adore trees. A picnic in the forest maybe?

Just as sudden as the forest begins it ends and we are on bridge crossing between the land that was and the land that will be. I am stunned and my jaw drops. The bridge must be 500 Meters above the water that churns below. The cliffs drop sheer to the water.

Amazed at the wild beauty I cry out and point out a bald eagle. "Master look!" He smiles broader at my response.

On the other side of the bridge he parks and I jump out of the car.

"OH please! Please can we walk across the bridge!"

He seizes my hand saying absolutely and we walk back onto the bridge. Stopping at many spots to take photos and I hug him a bunch and breathe deep the scent of the forest and water and rocks.

He tells me what this place is, Deception Pass and tells me a bit of history about it. I can tell he is pleased that I am so happy with his surprise.

Eager to explore he allows me to scramble down the path to the water and I perch on a rock over the water looking up at the bridge above me. Stunning to see the metal bolted to the cliff walls and spanning the distance between them.

He takes my picture as I am gazing up at them, I turn and smile at him and slipping down from the rock I skip over and hug him again.

To soon it is time to go and we clamber back up the cliff to the car. I sigh as I settle into the seat and grasp Masters hand, kissing his fingers, grateful for this moment with him.

He continues driving west and we end up in this tiny lil town, sitting on a pier and eating the tuna fish sandwiches he packed for us. I swing my feet out over the water happy and content and loving the sunshine and the beautiful moment. Loving him and that he took the time to think of what I would like to do.

Later we wander through the tiny downtown shops just looking at things and goofing around.

Maybe this doesn't fit some ideas or romance, but it sure made my heart melt!

The Rain

I went for a long walk this morning in the rain. I enjoy fall rain, it is nourishing. I wore clothes I could get wet in and I sloshed through puddles as I walked.

Feeling the rain slashing down on me and running in rivulets over my body is soothing to my soul. I imagine I am of the earth and need the rain as the goddess does.

At home again I walk through my house to the backyard and strip off my wet clothing. Naked I wander through my yard, grass soaking wet under my feet, earth squishing in between my toes. My hands caressing the leaves and trees and ferns. I am blessed to be able to embrace nature in my back yard in the rain.

I lean my back to the birch tree, the bark smooth against my bare skin and turn my face to the sky. Thank you for the rain today, the drops wash my face and my tears mingle. I shudder and sigh softly, opening my mouth to feel the cold wet drips on my tongue.

I am not sad just a bit tired of having to hide who I am from the people I love the most. My tears are out of minor frustration, and out of longing for freedom from self restraint. I have freedom in many forms, but that one area I will never be free of.

I turn and embrace my tree, I will miss this tree when I move. Pressing my cheek to the bark and knowing we will only have one more moonlit night together, and when we do he will sleep while I dance.

I go inside, pick up my wet clothes and climb into a hot shower.

Lay me down

In the early dawn before the light is fully on us, take me to that sweet grassy spot and lay me down in the cool dew. Allow the fingers of grass to lick my naked skin and carress me softly. The pale blue of the morning sky stretches out above us. The trees bending boughs close to witness the joy of our infatuation.

My cool skin shivering under your touch. Goosepimples rise and fall under your warm hands. Be gentle and loving now, and taste my skin with your soft kisses and small licks. Feel my heat as ecstacy breaks over me, waves crashing on the warmth of my heart. I feel your desire welling up in every touch.

I can not take the intensity and I pull you to embrace me. Hold me tight now and love me. We are here and now, there is no past or future. Only the cool wet grass and our bodies, entwined.

The sunbeams warm the grass, steam rises, and our bodies are enveloped in the spirit of the earth. It calls to us and we answer, our pairing blessed by the great mother.

This is our awakening.