This is terrifying

So it begins, already.
Just sit back and watch the bull-dozers do their work here in Georgia.
You will see just how fast legislation can fly.

The stars cried out for surrender

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,

and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.

Sonnet XI ~Pablo Neruda

I lie there waiting. The smell of candles and perfume from the bath filling the room. The window has been more than cracked, it has been opened to the cool night air. The breeze blows cold into the room raising gooseflesh on my still damp body.

I lie in anticipation.
Waiting for you.

I have waited so long. The anticipation has turned to hunger and I know you see that in my eyes. You come to me then. Sliding between my thighs, whispering words of love and passion in my ear. I am wrapped up in the smell of you. Fresh from the shower, hair still damp as I run my fingers through it.

I love your lips.
I love the way the soft flesh surrenders under my exploring tongue. I love the taste of you in my mouth.

I want your lips on mine. Want to get as close to being inside of you as I can. I turn over and climb on top of you.

Tonight, lover, you are mine.
I feel your heat rise. The sweat pours from us as the cold wind attempts to invade and hush the rush of my desire, but your stroking only makes the tantalizingly cold air more delicious, my body and skin more taut for your touch. This cold winter night is not enough to cool me, not nearly enough to silence my passion for you. It only raises my desire to excruciating heights.

Tonight I will not be satisfied with just once.
I want you again and again.

Is this the passion of Ares and Aphrodite, Eros and Psyche, Catullus and Lesbia?
The passion of Tristan and Isolde?
The passion of years?
Yes I think it is.
The passion of lovers who know each other well. Hands that need no guidance. Fingers that know exactly where they are going in the bare light of a candle. At the very least this must be the passion of the ages. Locked forever in each strand of DNA that has been passed down, all of those strands colliding have led us here.

To this bed.
On this cold winter's even.
The only world that exists for us tonight.

A place to write your heart

As most of you know, if you have visited here for any amount of time, this blog was started as a place for family. My father and sisters all pop in from time to time to add pictures and notes on what we've been up to. It has been a place to come together to share our photos and to keep in touch because we all live so far apart.
It will continue to be that. A place for my family to share our gifts across the miles.

I have decided however to move to a new location.
A place of my own so to speak.
I've enjoyed the friends I've made here and will email everyone with the new URL so we can continue to keep up with one another.

This change is not happening today, nor tomorrow. I'm still looking at what to move and what to keep. And of course, how to move it. That seems to be the problem. I have the new URL, but not much time for moving, so for now I am firmly planted.

I'll keep everyone notified of changes.

Have a great week.
Talk to you all soon.

Wuthering

Today was bright and sunny. I spent the majority of it out running errands. I needed that. Getting out, taking in the sun's sweet rays, made me feel so much better.


As the sun descended and the sky began to turn to wintery gray bleakness I headed for home looking forward to a night of relaxation. I can't express how much the thought of a glass of wine and a warm fire, a bit of soft music, appealed to me at that moment whilst sitting in traffic. Just thinking of the chores I need to do around the house, ticking off my weekend 'must do' list, getting myself organized so I can thoroughly enjoy what promises to be a great weekend brought a feeling of contentment. This simple routine, then time to relax and watch movies, read a bit, and hopefully, go out for drinks with friends.

I arrived home just in time to be greeted by the beginning of the night's chill. I shivered and ran into the house, my mind already consumed with thoughts of starting stew, a perfect warming concoction for what would prove to be a brutally cold, clear night. I seasoned the water and added the chicken to my stock. The house took on a wonderful smell as the stew began to simmer in the formerly cold kitchen.

I stood in the kitchen, chopping vegetables and humming. The words to one of my favorite songs filling the space all around me. A warm blanket of music that always softens the turmoil of the day into a wisp that evanesces in the comfort of home that surrounds me. Soothing my restless soul as we romantics say.

**I can hear her heart beat for a thousand miles
And the heavens open every time she smiles
And when I come to her that’s where I belong
Yet I’m running to her like a river’s song

As the words rolled over me like waves of yesterday's warm breeze, I felt that longing once more. The longing for arms around me. Arms strong in my times of hurt, soft and gentle when I must have something to rail against. Yielding when I push. Strong enough to hold me when my knees fail under me. Arms that know just that moment when they are needed desperately.

**And when I come to her when the sun goes down
Take away my trouble, take away my grief
Take away my heartache, in the night like a thief

And now I am settling into read. Wuthering Heights. A book as stormy as my personality. As wuthering as the beating of my own heart. A book I know well and that has known me in all of my stages of growth and self-revelation.

Have a lovely weekend x

**I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
Then magnificently we will float into the mystic

** My favorite artist - ever

The good news

Hi all,

I hate sending out a bulk email like this, but SAVANNAH GOT THE CALL!!!!!!!!!

She's on her way to CH right now, and will get her new liver in the morning. Pray for her to be strong, healthy, and for this to be her perfect liver.

Also remember the family who lost their child.

I'll update as I can, as Renee should be updating on Savannah's site regularly within reason....

http://www3.caringbridge.org/nc/savannah

Love,
Angi

Now, this message affected me deeply.
The last time we went through Savannah's transplant and it was rejected my heart broke.

She gets another shot however and that is wonderful news for both Savannah and Renee.
This message does leave one weighing the good and bad however, that a child was lost and that loss is giving Savannah a chance at life. I think Angi speaks volumes here in asking us to also remember the child who was lost. A moment of mixed feelings, the somber and the joyous. It amazes me the strength this family must have to be so generous in their own grief.

Blessings to you.
Our thoughts and prayers are with you.

Please go visit and send Renee warm hugs to get through this... again.

HNT - k!ss my @ss

I have opted to draft my rant for today.
I don't want to use HNT for purposes of getting my own opinion out there as I have seen others do many times. Using someone else's platform to deliver their own message.
I will re-post it at a later date.


Happy HNT!

Osbasso

Just be yourself...

I found this interesting.