A Riddle:
Majestic Traveller
I am not a king, I am not a queen
But most of you will bow when I’m seen
Currently I am resting on my side
But soon I will continue my stride
I can’t walk, run, fly or crawl
Yet I am the greatest traveler of all
What am I?
I’ll give the answer tomorrow.
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I was reading a favorite blogger recently. When she posts, it is almost always two posts at once. A post with her thoughts for the day; a sort of journal about her life, along with a music clip. Next she will post a quote or a lesson that informed her day’s meditation. This is a recent quote from this post:
A brave and passionate man will kill or be killed.
A brave and calm man will always preserve life.
Of these two which is good and which is bad?
Some things are not favored by heaven. Who knows why?
Even the sage is unsure of this.
The Tao of heaven does not strive, and yet it overcomes.
It does not speak, and yet is answered.
It does not ask, yet is supplied with all its needs.
It seems at ease, and yet follows a plan.
Heaven’s net casts wide.
Though its meshes are coarse, nothing slips through.
Tao Te Ching, Chapter 73
I am deeply grateful for the heart of the warrior.
No heart is more full of surrender and dedication.
And that’s as de-scrooged as I can get about July 4th. *winks*
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I was getting twitchy on Thursday and Friday. Seriously. It was getting rapidly to the weepy stage about getting connection and sex. Beyond that, I was going to start feeling angry and aggressive and I wasn’t far off from that on Friday. My husband noticed again and nipped my bud.
I was starting to flower into the Domme. She comes out to play when I’m getting seriously sexually frustrated and really, really needy. Occasionally with the right person, I really enjoy topping. That’s not frequent though…This stuff is just sexual madness though.
Well, he gave me a hard spanking. Its been awhile since I was seriously squirming under the paddle, struggling not to say the safe word. It felt so good. When he was done with that, I got a flogging that put me right back to writhing against saying the safe word. It was one of the new floggers he made me for my birthday too. I like those thick strips of leather for the falls. Mmmm…I do love flogging.
Beating me makes him horny. So of course, then I got a bit of slippery sex to go with my steamy hot back side. Or should I say, sweet cheeks? Or maybe hot cheeks? LOL!
I’m feelin’ better.
I want some more though.
Its Saturday as I write this. I’m in a funny mood. Really restless. Too unfocused to accomplish much of anything. All I’ve got going on is deep thoughts and deep muttering. A vortex of change is open in me and its grasping me more and more firmly. I’m sooo ready for that ceremony internally. Can’t seem to get anything done toward getting myself ready for my ceremony though. My husband is going to be annoyed with me though if I’m frantic on Thursday about trying to get myself ready…I need to get in gear! Hopefully when I answer comments on this one, I’ll be able to say that most of my list of preparations is complete.
Did I mention? This week is my husband’s birthday. I’m getting his spanking. *happy grins* I can’t wait!!!
I think I’m gonna go smile up at the sun awhile….*smiles*
Its gonna be sooo fun to see what Ceeci’s done when I’m back. I can’t wait for that too.
I say … and you think … ?
- Loneliness :: isolation
- Traffic :: light
- Chaos :: theory
- Burp :: fart (I have kids)
- 500 :: 1000
- Movie :: theater
- Coma :: tose
- Bark :: is worse than his bite
- Stare :: gaze
- Angelina :: jolie
From the Submissive Journal Prompts
What is your favorite time of day? Why?
There is more than one time of day that’s special for me…but it has to do with the shade of lavender. There is a moment at dawn and dusk when the world is hushed with the liminal shift between light and dark. It is a time when the birds are silent. When the sun is well below the horizon…and the light is lavender. A deep shade, as if it were nearly black. Yet you cannot say it isn’t lavender. Purple is purple, but lavender is something other than that. It is more pink than blue. The light is soft then. It is almost plush. It has a scent depending on the time of the day. At dawn it smells like a fresh spring bubbling from beneath the earth. The night time has washed the air clean. Have you ever smelled a spring bubbling up? Ancient water that is. Smells fine and clean. At dusk it smells of heat…even in winter. It is more faint then, but heat does have a scent. It is subtle unless something specific heated in the sun is nearby, like asphalt or sand or a swamp. But heat does have a scent. It is metallic as if the moisture has gone out of it leaving behind only those minerals that were in the air…Perhaps its hot oxygen. I don’t know…I just know its there. And that light I speak of…it is soft. It feels dreamy. It makes me feel like I want to curl up and listen deep.
At special times in my life, I make sure that I watch both sunrise and sunset. The Lavender is important.
Image Abel Jiminez
July 8, 2008 at 8:26 am
Actually, I’m a guy . . . but I think it’s pretty cool that you perceive the sacred feminine manifesting in my blogging . . . this may mean I’m healing and growing towards a better balance between the sacred masculine and the sacred feminine . . .
Namaste . . .
Hello! Welcome! Thank you for correcting me. And I guess I have to agree with you about the feminine manifesting in your blog. *smiles* I really enjoy reading there. Blessings!
July 8, 2008 at 9:17 am
Shannee, the riddle, the answer is something sexual?
The Tao Te Ching, several of the books by my bedside, I wish that I could read it in the original. much food for meditation.
Every good Dom knows that a good spanking works wonders, yours obviously helped, I think that you are going to need another before your ceremony.
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If we had stopped at BOINK the world would be a much happier place.
My favourite times are the cusp of sunrise and sunset.
With the sunrise I open myself to the energy of the new day, with the sunset I allow that which has soiled me, whether by my own act or that of others to to be drawn up and purified by the setting sun.
So each day starts anew and my spirit is cleansed each day.
Most of us have forgotten that both sunlight and moonlight have cleansing properties, often used to prepare ceremonial implements.
Love and warn hugs,
Paul.
Hello Paul…*smiles* The one and only hint…No. The answer is not something sexual.
I agree with you about some texts. Being able to read them in the original language and with the context of the cultural meanings of that original language…That would be a fine thing. I am sure that there are subtleties that are totally lost because today’s language is to different.
Yes…I do need another spanking. And a whole lot more than that, I need to be the source of enchanted, distracting, all day hard drippiness for my husband. *sighs…*
There are just some things that I cannot have.
I agree with you about the BOINK thing. The world would be so innocent again. That would be a fine thing. I guess that we’ll have to reach for wise innocence. Likely a better asset in the end anyway. The key will be surviving our adolescence.
Your solar meditation is a powerful thing. I had not thought to do that with such beautiful intent. I think perhaps it happens to me anyway though…I often just sink in to things like that, not surveying much as I tend to intellectualize things so frequently. I suspect that’s part of the reason that I love the liminal times with the sun now you mention it. A lovely thought considering the next couple weeks.
Speaking of sunshine. Its a scorcher today. Hazy with the humidity of several very warm days in a row. The Thunder Beings will be back tomorrow. I’m trying to get my laundry sundried today. *smiles*
((hugs)) Have a lovely day my friend.
July 8, 2008 at 11:00 am
. A vortex of change is open in me … this made me think of a certain charlie the unicorn video. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QFCSXr6qnv4&feature=related
1. Loneliness :: no more
2. Traffic :: jam
3. Chaos :: and confusion
4. Burp :: soda
5. 500 :: the movie
6. Movie :: popcorn
7. Coma :: heavy sleeper
8. Bark :: doggie
9. Stare :: drooling over a sexy woman
10. Angelina :: ugh fake
I think the riddle might be either clouds or the wind.
My favorite time of say is early in the morning, though I’m seldom up to see it. I used to love watching the sun come up. When I was living with darling I used to love waking up at 4 am so that I could lay there and watch him sleep for a few hours (he got up at 7). He was always so warm and inviting and he would be curled up so there would be this little pocket for me to schooch my bum into.
I also love the wee hours of the morning when I’ve been awake all the day before. The sky is so dark and the stars are so clear.
*hugs*
LOL! You are picking on me you wicked thing.
Thanks for doing the mutterings and for trying the riddle. The answer will be published tomorrow.
Your early mornings sound lovely. ((hugs)) A good way to start the day.