return to bliss

Aaaaaahhhh. Return to perfect bliss.

Long walk. Tea with the newspaper and the radio. Noon comes. For no reason than that I can, orange juice and patron. Yep. Followed by a short nap.

Short walk while Chocolate relieves himself for the evening. Short phone call. Off to Enriques for an authentic Mexican meal. Mmmmmmm.

Come home, putter around. Turn on the sauna. It took thirty minutes to work up to a steady sweat. Thirty more minutes of drenching sweat while I read bell hook's Wounds of Passion. Getting inspired. She shares the story of her writing life, her connection to the divine, her search for a path beyond organized religion and the final choice to live a life in love. She writes of the experience of being female, of being black of being black and female and educated and a seeker and sexual, feminist and straight and the struggle to reconcile it all.

The evening ends with a shower. Exfoliate with the new scrub my honey bought me and then slather on the body butter.

The experience of loving myself. What a gift, a blessing, to be able to tend to me fully and completely, to cherish my body, soul and spirit with pampering.

A perfect way to end the holiday season indulgences.

Tomorrow morning begin again the three mile walks, the regular sauna sessions, the planned meals of wholesome not-so-fattening foods.

a lense

I write to see. Sometimes I forget that.

I lost my focus. Couldn't make out the signs. Wandering. Aimless.

Thank goodness. I've stumbled back on the path. Turns out having to complete online traffic school was a blessing.

I got it in just before the deadline. Seven months after the citation. And I finish it 23 hours before it's due.

Winter break is at the end of its 2nd day. Time, space, breathing...reading.

The pleasure of time to read Bell Hooks--Wounds of Passion. Writing, for me, is not passion.

I just write to focus in, to see.
The world's been blurry.