Bring Me Songs From The Wood To Heal The Wounds And Still The Pains
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Posted:Mar 17, 2020 3:31 am
Last Updated:Dec 8, 2023 10:02 am 7114 Views
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This morning was gray with clouds and little spontaneous patches of drizzling speckles with misty rain. The cool breeze felt wonderful and so I went for a walk along the Christmas tree trails on the mountaintop. The air was a hodge podge of aromatic delight with Carolina pine, Cherry trees newly blooming in explosions of sweetness, and blackberry brambles dotted with delicate white blossoms to contradict their thorny thickets.
Dampness brings all those aromas wafting through your nose on days like this, where the clouds hang low and trap the entirety of nature's full bouquet. The grass actually smells sweet when freshly cut. I have rolled down my car window and breathed in huge huffs of its amazing zen quality and smiled because it only grows on the mountain tops and says "home" to my soul.
It's just so simple isn't it? Just to be in nature and appreciate its beauty instead of being on the move for any purpose or time schedule?
No agendas. No drama. Just breathe...
The older I get, the more I find it less useful to have people with agendas in my life. They suck energy from you when there is only so much energy available to draw from. I wonder sometimes, if people weren't so busy playing their games, what they could truly accomplish. The raw beauty of nature humbles me, bringing me back to center, and reminding me how very small I am in the grand scheme of things. It reminds me how the minutest actions cause reactions, like the rippling of a rock hitting the calm surface of the lake. This simplistic law of physics escapes so many.
Here in the fragrant air of the Carolina woods and the serenity of nature, my energy is replenished temporarily - just like the morning rain sprinkles as the droplets that touched the blades of sweet grass
Song to play with this post
Songs From The Wood - Jethro Tull
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The Attention VS The Sorry Stick
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Posted:Mar 15, 2020 6:06 pm
Last Updated:Mar 24, 2023 11:53 pm 6870 Views
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The phone rang and she saw his name flash on the screen. It always makes her smile when she sees his name and number. The funny thing is, just because she is delighted to hear from him, does not mean he will let her slide on details or protocol. I mean, what kind of a Dominant would he be if he folded to her every whim?
She had told herself that this was why she chose to play her Pussy Craft repertoire for him and yet, he did not acknowledge it on purpose. This is the dance after all. He is mentoring her on a project that is intensely deep and so it seems to her impatient brat that their focus has been solely on the project and the process. Her inner brat is struggling and the struggle is real...
"I guess I just need my ass beat Sir" she said it with sincerity, "That would help my creative juices to flow."
"That's a bullshit excuse and you know it. I gave you enough inspiration for a whole weekend, are you fucking kidding me?" He grew frustrated which usually resulted in her shutting down. This time she felt that brat win...
"At least you didn't get an Attention , I mean you must breathe a sigh of relief on that one" she playfully retorted with sarcasm.
"That's exactly what I got! I most certainly did" He answered back and laughed out loud. "You know we didn't have this issue when the Sorry Stick was used. I think the Sorry Stick needs to lay right beside of you. Yup, that little stick is all the inspiration you need. Am I right?"
"Yes Sir" she quickly answered him, but nary a sorry was found in her words 
Song to play with this post
You Better You Bet - The Who
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Sunday Bed Rest Vinyl
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Posted:Mar 15, 2020 2:35 am
Last Updated:Jul 23, 2020 9:41 pm 7558 Views
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Hopefully none of you are positive for Coronavirus. If you are positive, my thoughts of healing and wellness are being sent to you right now. We are all going to have to learn to modify behaviors, be more aware, and hopefully we all come out alright in the end.
Who would have thought the Coronapocalypse would limit our ability to swap fluids with anyone? It's like living through the AIDS crisis all over again. I know I won't be sharing fluids for a while.
If you are joining me in a self or other induced quarantine, I can sympathize on multiple levels. First off, we are all in this together, although ironically with less human interaction. I was on bed rest with my 's pregnancy for eight weeks. I thought I would lose my freaking mind for a while, and then I took up needlepoint, because that was the only thing I could manage to do and focus for any length of time.
Reminds me of the question: If you were stuck on an island and could only pick three albums, which ones would you choose?
I would want Led Zeppelin II in that mix, no matter what. But a whole collection would be best, because if you are on quarantine, you're going to need some variety.
In any case, let's hope we don't have to choose just three albums for a two week period or, like the poor chap in the UK who had been in his apartment on quarantine for forty-five days - I would have my whole house redecorated by the time someone let me out and would have listened to all my vinyl twice
This post is dedicated to aliljaded for the inspiration - Check her list on her blog to a.dd to your mix 
Sunday Bed Rest Vinyl Playlist
Medicine Jar - Paul Mcartney & Wings
Somebody Get Me A Doctor - Van Halen
The Jack - AC/DC
Hot Blooded - Foreigner
30 Days In The Hole - Humble Pie
China Girl - David Bowie
Rockin' Pneumonia and the Boogie Woogie Flu - Johnny Rivers
Run Like Hell - Pink Floyd
Never Been Any Reason - Head East
Coconut - Harry Nilsson
Waitin' For The Bus/Jesus Just Left Chicago - ZZ Top
Couldn't Get It Right - Climax Blues Band
Lay Down Sally - Eric Clapton
Just Dropped In to See What Condition My Condition Was In - The First Edition
Never Been to Spain - Three Night
The Letter - Joe Cocker w/ Leon Russell
Feeling Stronger Everyday - Leonid & Friends (best cover you'll ever hear, trust me and check these guys )
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Who Let The Dogs Out?
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Posted:Mar 13, 2020 2:27 am
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2024 1:28 pm 7910 Views
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The sound of something that has fallen on her farmhouse porch awoke her with a start. Living in the woods on the side of a mountain doesn't get any more rural and there is no light pollution. Two feet in front her face might as well be two inches, either way it is black at night. The wilderness and beauty surrounding her is stunning in every way possible, but the people have just as much character and spunk as these mountains do.
You see, they don't trust and are very insular in their community. They become tribal in their defense of one another in a heartbeat, but it isn't done to be personal. It's just how they have remained safe in their wild surroundings. However it can make for some interesting stories...
She was returning from a business trip out in Oklahoma and had been traveling since early in the morning in order to get home and climb the 3000 foot incline to the plateau of the mountain where her unincorporated community was before darkness fell. She had her tunes cranked up loud and was happily singing along. All of the sudden her car started shutting down and she quickly pulled into the parking area of this one room church that set on a curve.
The front end of her SUV had smoke pouring out so she figured it was the water pump or radiator. She hopped out of the vehicle popping the hood to lift it and take a look. The old one room church said Primitive Baptist on the sign over the door. Up the hill behind it sat a couple of mobile homes that clearly people lived in.
All of the sudden, she heard barking and the paws of multiple dogs running towards her from up high. She focused and peered to see and saw three pit bulls running towards her. She quickly shut the hood and hopped back into the car. Within seconds the pack of dogs were upon her, circling the SUV, trapping her inside, She called her next neighbor that ran the community store and got him to come get her. She had explained about the dogs who were not giving up and were still circling her vehicle.
As she jumped from her SUV to his Honda, he shut the door and his mountain dialect, he said, "Well I can see why you was a little skeered by them dogs." Yeah, no shit she thought.
He says, "I'm gonna take you over here 'round the bend, this ol feller can help ye"
She just smiles and tells him thank you. They pull into a ramble shack of a garage with rusted out trucks in a graveyard around the building and overgrown grass between them. The feller he spoke of, stood in the door with grungy oil stained overalls. His greasy hair matched shoved under an oil stained cap.Her neighbor introduced her as his neighbor and asked the man if he could tow it over.
The lanky tall mechanic said, "There's a boy I know works at Toyoter. He can maybe fix it on the side for less." He spit a bit of his chewing tobacco and had barely any teeth left.
She said very sweetly, "Thank you, that would be lovely. Shall I call you in the morning?"
The mechanic nodded and spoke his phone number out while she typed it into her smart phone. At the end she asked him his name. The mechanic spit some chaw again and he said, "They call me Coot."
She never broke stride typing and couldn't look up for fear she would laugh. She stared at the phone screen and said, "Is that C-O-O-T?"
"Yup, that's me." He stated matter of fact. She saved to her phone and smiled, "Well, it was nice to meet you Coot, I'll speak to you in the morning"
Later it occurred to her that the hillbillies had been home and they had sent the dogs out to attack her because she had stepped on their property. It's hard to imagine that they might have sat there and watched her being eaten alive. The orange bright signs with No Trespassing on them weren't an idle threat. It turns out their remedy had enough bite to it to make her think twice.
Gives new meaning to putting some teeth in it
Song to play with this post:
Gin and Juice - The Gourds
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Social Time & Viagra
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Posted:Mar 11, 2020 7:09 pm
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2024 1:27 pm 6953 Views
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One day at the nursing home, four ladies sat playing pea-knuckle at social time. Pretty soon this handsome older resident came over and asked, "Which one of you lovely young ladies would like to accompany me to my room for some fun?"
The quietest, smallest one of them all raised her withered arm and hand up slowly. "I'll go with you" she said sweetly.
He jumped on the opportunity! "Excellent!" He waited for her to rise and escorted her down the hall. After about 5 minutes, she emerged from his room with a sweet little smile on her face and she returned to the game with her friends.
A couple minutes later, the man emerged and came over to the table again. He bent down and whispered into the small woman's ear...
"Honey, if I'd have known you were that tight, I would have asked you a long time ago."
She whispered back, "If I'd have known you could get it up, I would have taken off my pantyhose."
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Drifting Away On A Sea of Thinking
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Posted:Mar 11, 2020 2:55 am
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2024 1:27 pm 5781 Views
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She often has inquisitive thoughts that drift her away like rain in a gutter.
Her thoughts did not spew rainbows and fairies .
More fierce and a little bit more scary.
Her thoughts provoked ideas like witches chanting around a fire.
Purposeful and daring.
She welcomes the dark creatures instead of them staring.
She often has inquisitive thoughts,
Not afraid to step out of the box.
Ideas danced in her head from dusk till dawn,
Frolicking in a meadow like a baby fawn.
She often has inquisitive thoughts
Her mind always racing trying to connect the dots.
Curiosity and wonder keeping her a float in the sea
With no compass to guide her or a place to flee.
Curious no doubt,
She has never been through a drought.
But when she drifts too far you see,
the walk home isn't always pleasant or a breeze.
She is reminded of the scary things under her bed
And that's when she wants to escape her own head.
Song to play with this post
Aerials - System of the Down
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Barbie Is All Dolled Up
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Posted:Mar 9, 2020 9:43 am
Last Updated:Jul 25, 2020 7:58 pm 7401 Views
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Artist Dina Goldstein spoofs on how less than perfect Barbie's life really is
My and students alike, always ask me when I knew I was destined to turn out amazing hair and makeup. Clearly I have been in the beauty industry for 29 years , so it stands to good reason that I absolutely love doing my job. My philosophy has always been you should love what you do and do what you love.
So the answer to the million dollar question is that I was going t-o college and fucking off by partying at the clubs where all of us musicians hung out. My mother sat me down and said, "I am not paying for you t-o hang out with your musician friends and party. I think you should go t.o cosmetology school instead." I asked her why and she said, "Because all of your Barbies were bald from you cutting their hair" This is a true story of course.
My best friend would come over and we would use our creativity to make rooms into whole Barbie towns. Tiffany would fix up rooms using decor items from our houses like a jewelry box became a bed when using washcloths as linens and a music box became a their entertainment center and so on...I was in charge of dressing the Barbies and making their hair look beautiful for us to p.lay out our scenarios.
By the time I was in junior high, I would go to salon and watch my stylist cut hair. Then I would go home and practice cutting my sister's hair. At prom or on a Friday night, I would be in the bathroom styling someone's hair for them.
When we were grown, Tiffany became an interior designer and decorator and I became a hair and makeup artist.So when I say 29 years, that's simply after being licensed at 21 years of age. In reality, I've been doing it my whole life.
People keep debating the negative effects of Barbie and the way her body shape sets women up for insecurities. Perhaps if that is your focus, it would. We didn't even think of that as we formed the creative streaks we each had and turned our talents into careers.
I adore Miss Barbie for being my first willing model 
Song to listen with this post
I Am Not My Hair - India Arie
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The Slave's Dance of Freedom
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Posted:Mar 8, 2020 5:45 am
Last Updated:Feb 28, 2024 5:22 am 6331 Views
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I am being extremely naughty this early Sunday morning, as I should be focusing on a personal project that is blossoming into a business.However, I find that even though I have a commitment to my project and its success, writing my thoughts on this blog are vital to me getting my desires, feelings, and emotions out. It keeps them in check, so to speak, and gives me a voice. And within that voice lies a certain freedom and safe space for me to let go of restraints from society's day to day restrictions.
Being that my husband and Master passed last year, it has given me pause at times to question being a slave ever again. I was under the impression that I chose to be a slave, when I really only followed what the Universe brought to me and adapted to calling it a label -"slave" I now appreciate that I had the experience of being in that dynamic.
Freedom is an emotion that can frighten a slave initially. There is the excitement of having choice again, the trepidation that your choices will not be as wise as when your Master made them, and the realization that the buck stops here, instead of on the shoulders of your Master. Its all in all, quite overwhelming, which is probably the other emotion that visits after service to a Master has ended abruptly.
In comparison, I am reminded of my grandmother being quite the same when my grandfather passed. She didn't even know how to drive really, because in their traditionalist 1950's style marriage arrangement, she had never had to. He drove her anyplace she needed to go and waited on her patiently. This included all her trips to the hairdresser, grocery store, doctor office visits, etc. I remember feeling sorry for her and thinking I would never allow myself to be that dependent. What is it they say about never say never? I digress.
Perhaps that's why, as a woman, being recognized as a slave in demeanor or body posturing feels as if it is a mark on your soul. In the "Me Too" world, it is not P.C. to be submissive to a man, much less a slave to one. Within our own community ranks, we hear some people denigrate slavery with a disdain at times because they still think there should be a limit to what one will do. I can assure you, as a slave I did and do have limits.
Being in a Master/slave power exchange for one year, is more like seven in vanilla world relationships. The intensity level is such that disconnection would absolutely be disorienting for anyone. This level of relationship isn't for pussies, so find comfort in your strength. Here is some of my personal advice in embracing your state of freedom that seems newly imposed.
1. Be here now.
2. Embrace the moments you are free to make choices and grow from doing so, whether good or bad.
3. Focus on the new journey that lies ahead and not the past that cannot be amended.
4. Relish the first moment you appreciate your freedom, even if it is fleeting. to appreciate it once means you most likely will again before plunging into being owned again. And really, isn't it better to know that you are giving up your freedom by choosing to be owned and appreciating it for all of its immense depth?
5. If you have connection with a Dom, who is a mentor type and will help you transition without taking advantage of your willingness to please, you can be given doses of needed correction or direction. This arrangement can also sometimes ease the need for reassurance. Think of it as your slave crutch
When I say appreciate your moments of freedom, I can only convey what that feels like to me. When I came out of being a drug addict and got clean, there was a moment when I was in a park sitting in the sun and it dawned on me how good it felt to feel the sun on my face. I realized how good it felt to breathe in the aroma of nature with no drug smoke tainting it, and to see the wind bend the tree limbs ever so slightly in the breeze that also fanned over my face cooling me off. I have never felt more free than that moment.
I am by no means an expert and for all my experience, I am merely human. Therefore all advice given comes at a time when I have freedom to make decisions and thoughts on my own. Being that I have been a slave for a decade, you will obviously either resonate with what I have stated, or walk away thinking it is bullshit. It matters not, as I am relishing in my ability and moment of writing it all down for posterity.
In the meantime, you'll find me dancing in appreciation for my free choices and results somewhere....
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Freedom - George Michael
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On The Road Again Playlist
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Posted:Mar 7, 2020 5:15 am
Last Updated:Mar 31, 2020 1:53 am 6395 Views
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Do you ever feel the need for a road trip?
Every once in a while, I get a case of claustrophobic madness. I must run away from it all on the open highway. Endless music stream blasting through the speakers and the view of the horizon, with a meandering road in front of me, gives me time to clear head. It does wonders to get out of the rut of the mundane and have an adventure...Not all who wander are lost - Some wander because they are lost and they want to be
For over a decade, I ran an event in over a dozen states. This amounted to a lot of highway miles and weeks in hotels. The amount of playlists curated are staggering, fo' sho'. They range from sing-along-songs to cruising tunes...
Anyway, here's a Saturday list to add to your own and have your drive into work. Especially if you're like me and work when everyone else isn't working You're welcome.
On The Road Again Playlist
On The Road Again - Canned Heat
Cannonball - The Breeders
Higher - Creed
Cars - Gary Numan
Love Removal Machine - The Cult
Cover of the Rolling Stone - Dr Hook
Drive - Incubus
Interstate Love Song - Stone Temple Pilots
Santa Monica - Everclear
Middle of the Road - The Prentenders
Cumbersome - Seven Mary Three
Drive - REM
~ENJOY~
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Not Now, Not Ever Us
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Posted:Mar 4, 2020 4:07 am
Last Updated:Mar 23, 2024 10:40 am 6269 Views
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Don't come to me gently in the darkness of night;
When my mind is off guard and drifting.
Don't touch me so slight;
It competes with the glow of the moonlight slung high close to slumber.
Don't offer gentle care;
As soft as my sheets, a delicate offer to approve.
That's not you.
Not me. Not "us."
Not now. Not ever.
I implore you to come as yourself.
Come to me with roughness;
with certainty, with pain.
Come with a fantasy;
a thought so rich you just can't live without it unfolding.
Come with a touch;
as hard as you want, and the confidence built deep and rich over time
This visit is welcome and wanted and waited for.
I can take it. I want to.
More of you in my life, in my head,
in my heart, under the moonlit glow.
Feeding my sadist and then soothing him through.
Don't come to me gently. That's simply not you.
Not me. Not "us."
Not ever.
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Dance With Me - Nouvelle Vague
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