How to Kiss a Girl.

“Kiss me,” she said.

He’d do it, he thought, but not just in the usual way, because her mouth inspired him to kiss her in the way some people make love.

He kissed her like a hummingbird kisses the early morning dew. He kissed her like the ocean kisses a long forgotten shore. He kissed her like the moonlight kisses the dark forest floor.

He kissed her in the lonely places, where she kept abandoned dreams.

He kissed her in the angry places, where life had taken its toll. He kissed her where she’d splintered and cracked and fallen weeping to the floor.

He kissed her softly to the sanguine beat of her jaggedly broken heart. He kissed her with a wicked heat, setting her on fire. He kissed her slowly. He kissed her hard.

He brought forth the moans that rarely left her mouth. He kissed her, leaving spaces where she needed to draw breath. He kissed her where the embers of her soul fire burned.

Awakened to her needs, he kissed her into safety.

To kiss a girl, one must leave expectations behind and find her mouth uncharted and wild. To kiss a girl one must find softness within oneself, then taking that softness to her, feed her the nectar of ecstasy—one drop at a time. To kiss a girl one must offer their darkness without apology and, joining hers, leave her lips bruised with passion.

 To kiss a girl one must know that surrender for her means something brave. It is filled with vulnerability.

To kiss a girl is to know where seasons go, where life ebbs and flows, where the birds migrate when the sun no longer warms the land.

To kiss a girl is to know all things.

© Monika Carless @ How to Kiss a Girl. | elephant journal

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A Love Poem to Mist-Covered Mountains. {Listen}

You pull me into your mystery—

Your cool, damp, pine-needle-littered oasis.

 The secret of your mountain top revealed,

Only if I dare to tread there.

With bears, and wolves, and mountain lions.

 

I long to lie down in your mossy softness—

To breathe the wind that blows through your branches,

Where raindrops fall to drench my thirst…

 

For silence,

For beauty,

For scattered, bone-warming sunshine,

For unraveling secrets that haunt my being,

I can let my tears flow deep into your earthen bosom.

The Earth, my Mother, cradles me here.

Restore me, gentle spirit—

It is here that I call home.

 

 

3 Ways to Springify Your Life and Re-invent Yourself.

“If one changes internally, one should not continue to live with the same objects.” ~ Anais Nin

Nobody has any time these days.

We’re so busy, rushed, and over-occupied that it’s difficult to have a mindful connection with the things that truly matter.

We spend a lot of time juggling things, keeping plates spinning, and organizing in order to enjoy a few spare moments each day.

It shouldn’t be this way. We’re so much more aware of our lifestyle choices now—and equally as aware that the present moment is the most important one.

So, how can we—without too much fuss—create space and time in our lives? Especially at springtime, we feel a natural urge for shifting and growing into our best selves.

There are three key areas of our daily existence that get saturated with confusion. Freeing up physical space also frees us emotionally and spiritually. Imagine feeling lighter in all areas of being—what freedom!

I’m really going to keep this pared down, so you can get started straight away:

Possessions: When we’re weighed down physically, we’re weighed down emotionally.

Take a good look at what you’re carrying around with you. Besides ourselves (meaning our physical being), we’re also responsible for what we own.

Ask yourself: Do I need all this stuff to be happy? If you do, that’s fine—as long as that’s your core truth.

If a part of you has been itching to shake loose of the “stuff,” then begin letting go. Donate or sell everything that is not necessary to the path you are walking. This may cause a revelation about changes you want to make to your lifestyle. You might end up completely re-inventing yourself. Uncover a you that has been longing to emerge. She’s beautiful.

The rest here my loves…https://www.elephantjournal.com/2017/03/three-ways-to-springify-your-life-re-invent-yourself/

Three Things to Know Before Seeking Polyamorous Love.

*Polyamory: The philosophy or state of being in love or romantically involved with more than one person at the same time.

Polyamory isn’t a fringe topic anymore.

And for the record, it’s not polygamy. But every conversation I’ve had recently about polyamory has had some mention of polygamy, even if it was just a passing joke to make the distinction.

The most frequent comment I hear from readers is that they never thought they would be “one of those people.”

Sally, an executive with a reputation to protect, confessed that she has never felt such freedom in her heart, since she has become romantically involved with two other people.

“You know, everyone assumes it’s about the sex, and of course we’re having it (in spades), but it’s really about finding expression as a human being. I mean, if I fall in love with two people, or three, why am I labeled a freak?”

Because, Sally, we have been programmed to believe that it’s impossible and wrong to intimately love more than one person. The reasons we believe this are complex and connected to the survival of the ego.

Three things to know about poly love:

1.~Poly love must be entered into with the same commitment to honesty, respect, and transparency as any other relationship.

Every relationship is subject to these cornerstones, and just because we swing from the chandelier with more than one lover, doesn’t mean that we can skip honoring our love in this way.

When it comes to dishonesty, don’t accept anything in poly love that you wouldn’t accept in another relationship.

Poly doesn’t mean “no rules” unless you’ve all agreed to it. Even with no rules, we have to observe the other people’s boundaries about having no rules.

If you’re entering into a new poly love and feel that all partners aren’t on the same page about certain requirements, have a discussion about it. If things don’t feel right, don’t do it. Make sure that you state your needs clearly. Often we don’t get what we want from a partner because we have simply failed to ask. If they’re angry because of your honesty, then this is a clue about the longevity of the relationship.

More here my loves, Three Things to Know before Seeking Polyamorous Love. | elephant journal

Love Happens in the In-between Moments.

“You were an unexpected surprise, the defining moment. The collision of stars that slammed into me hard and sent my neat little world plummeting into the ocean. I never expected it to be you, you know? But it is you. It’s all you. And now there’s no looking back.” ~ Beau Taplin

Love grows between the kisses, the hugs, the moments gilded in golden memories, between raindrops, between snowflakes. Love is the essence between each breath.

Love grows silently in those times when we are least aware of what the heart is doing. While we focus outward on our lover, the inward work of the heart is done.

Love grows quietly after we’ve made love, after soft touches, and fervent embraces.

Love grows after arguments when we are suddenly aware of the fragility of true connection.

Love grows like an out of hand fire in-between the moments of meals shared, hands held, tears shed.

Love grows while we’re sleeping, tucked in against each other, skin on skin, breasts to chest.

While we’re paying attention to the mundane things in life, love softly speaks to our soul, reminding us of this touch or that, this spoken tenderness or that heated kiss, and expands into every nook and cranny of our being.

The Rest Here….https://www.elephantjournal.com/2017/03/love-happens-in-the-in-between-moments/

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An Open letter to President Trump from an Immigrant.

Dear President Trump:

You don’t know me, and I don’t know you, but I thought I’d introduce myself.

I’m an immigrant from Poland. My adopted country is Canada—that makes us neighbors. I’m North American—and so are Mexican people.

And…if you subscribe to the definition below, we’re also American.

“When used with a grammatical qualifier, the adjective American can mean ‘of or relating to the Americas,’ as in Latin American or Indigenous American.” ~ Wikipedia

“American” can mean a whole lot of things; it does not only relate to white, middle class, “good Christian people” born in the present day United States. If we look back in history, Texas was much less American than it was Mexican.

A border should never mean more than a human life.

Where does the name “America” come from anyway?

“The word America comes from a lesser-known navigator and explorer, Amerigo Vespucci. Like Columbus, Vespucci traveled to the New World (first in 1499 and again in 1502). Unlike Columbus, Vespucci wrote about it. Vespucci’s accounts of his travels were published in 1502 and 1504 and were widely read in Europe. Columbus was also hindered because he thought he had discovered another route to Asia; he didn’t realize America was a whole new continent. Vespucci, however, realized that America was not contiguous with Asia. He was also the first to call it the New World, or Novus Mundus in Latin, in his books.” ~ DictionaryBlog

As it turns out, a cartographer decided on the name of America. I know a lot about Canada’s history, but American history fascinates me also. That includes the history of the people who were already here, before all of us immigrants landed on these shores.

Yup, there were people already here.

I know that history books in American schools teach about Columbus, but I think Amerigo Vespucci should be mentioned to the children as well. He was a foreigner who their country was named after—kind of a cool guy.

More here: https://www.elephantjournal.com/2017/03/an-open-letter-from-an-immigrant-to-president-trump/