Know Me Woman

Dear Woman,

Please, have the courage to receive me.  

“Let him love you,” an angel said to her who questioned if she should allow his love.

I am overflowing.

I am temperant, gentle, faithful, generous, kind, patient, peaceful, joyful and loving.

Do not be afraid of my flooding purity.  

I know you are accustomed to a negative, unhealthy, contractive world.  I know the positive, healthy, expansive vibe I possess may seem foreign and strange.  Do not debase yourself by turning from my light or thinking I cannot be real or that you are somehow unworthy.

Come to me.  Receive me.  Release me.  In doing so you will come to deeply understand you are a glorious goddess of this earthly realm deserving of all the world and spirit.  Empowered to live a life full of honesty and respect.

Sincerely,

The Dude

Man

Swole, a swelling.

The heart pulling and pushing the swell.

Beginning deep within.

  Build up the pressure by withholding.

Do not release - withhold.

Getting excited?  Just chill.  Getting thirsty?  Drink water.  Great view?  Enjoy, look up, and thank G-d.

Enjoy the invigorating feminine energy and withhold.  As the flower creates a beautiful scent for the meadow - breathe in deeply the pheromones that encourage our facility and withhold.

Allow the swell to rise from deep within.

Withhold, for the swelling swole will empower every limb.  Each limb, digit and combination, another pulsing phallic.  The entire body fully man. 

Look up.  Allow the swelling swole to overflow.

The practice of withholding the loving swelling swole will encourage our self-control, gentleness, faithfulness, generosity, kindness, patience, peace, and joy.

What about her?

If she is a respectable woman, she will respect the withholding man to give her the heavenly host in all her sweet desires - all but his release.  For the release is for him when he has been sufficiently pent up.  For his health, he must, at last, lastly release!

How did the dude discover this truth?

He gave a woman too much of his swell for too long.  He became weak and had nothing left.  He could stand but the well was dry.  He needed a break. In her wrath, she broke the foundation for his standing.

The dude must stand again.  He needed to learn about love.  His love is not where she reached when she demanded his love.

Unable to stand, he was compelled to withhold.  For his spirit and his body needed to recover.  In his duress he learned a new appreciation for the feminine energy, a way to appreciate without losing himself.

   The appreciation is returned, giving courage to write and share this truth.

Jus Braethe

A story of a time, 

a time a wise old man and the author were lifting a heavy washer or dryer or some bulky appliance up a narrow flight of stairs, one step at a time, the author below providing support, the old man above leading the way.

The wise man is a well known hunky of economy in the neighborhood.  He provides general handy service for neighbors at a very reasonable rate.  Sometimes he needs assistance and moving the appliance was such an occasion.

Lifting and guiding the heavy appliance up the narrow basement stairwell was no easy task.  Both the author and old man became winded and fatigued with the appliance one step below the top, and ready for a tight turn into the proceeding hallway.

In such a winded, fatigued state the old man began to lose his patience with the progress of the project.  In his lapse of patience he chose to wield the proverbial stick of leadership to the author for a way forward.

“Okay,” began the author, “well, the first thing we are going to do is take a breath.”

“Brilliant!” said the economical ol’hunky.

Soon, with lungs replenished, progress faithfully continued to gently and generously move the appliance kindly through the narrow turn with peace and patience joyously available to them from their loving control of breath.

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Swimming Through Depression

    In the deepest sadness, hope feels so dark.  Hope does exist to enlighten a bout of depression.  The hope is any river, ocean, pool or tub of tears.  Total immersion in water.  The water demands your full and complete attention, or else suffocation, incapacitation or hyper/hypothermia.  Despite the or else, total immersion in water relaxes away depression and instills a sense of loving support to keep on living.

    When entering the water, do not haste, not like you could in a depression anyway.  Haste in any circumstance leads to waste.  In a depressed state, waste leads to more depression.  Take your time when entering the water.  In your gathering of bathing equipment, in your approach to the water's edge, in your immersion, in your exit take your time.  Take your time to feel your body relaxed when taking action.  Feel relaxed the way your body would feel after being in the water.

    The water constantly and instantly responds to you and you to it.  You can have a positive relationship with water or not depending on your approach.  To move in water, to swim in water, is to move the body through the water as if you were flying through air, but we are too dense for air and must swim to feel like we are flying.  The body’s motion with the water compounds, by necessity to move, efficient, rhythmic, flowing motion for the body.  The wisdom from past swimmers for motion is helpful to understand better techniques to move.  Ultimately the individual swimming must feel the water’s response and respond accordingly - dancing.

    This past summer, the author was swimming prior to Labor Day.  After Labor Day, his summer lifeguard job would end and the job he had the previous Autumn wasn’t providing the hours as the year prior.  During his summer swim, his thoughts one day drifted to how he will survive after Labor Day.  As his thoughts drifted to a possibly bleak future, he began to sink.  The water demanded his full and complete attention or else, suffocation.

    New Years morning, the author was feeling incredibly sad, as is his natural occasional disposition.  In order to recover, he knew he needed to swim but was hampered with the heaviness of sadness.  He did not force his way to the beach, he gently drove.  He did not hasten to gather his belongings for the water, he patiently aggregated them.  The gulf water is on the chillier side, less than 70 degrees Fahrenheit.  He allowed the water to bring him in and took his time immersing in the coldish water.  Slowly he swam along the shore against a gentle current; his body warming from his motion with the ocean.  And on his return was warmed, invigorated and enlightened from current sadness.

Meetings with Harry

Funny meeting Harry at the Starbucks.  What’s so funny about the meeting?  Well, Harry came to the cafe with the intention to talk with someone.  Harry said, “I come to Starbucks to talk with someone and I end up talking with you!”

He is older, 93, and his partner’s health is fading.  As my late friend Tom described about aging, “Correlation is not always related to causation.  As I get older my friends die, are my friends dying because I am getting older?  Maybe I should stop aging.”  

My first meeting with Harry was five miles outside of town at the entrance to the state forest.  I was underneath Wilma when an older man on his bicycle asked if I needed any help.  Harry rides his bike early in the morning a few times per week out to the very spot I was working on Wilma.

Being old school, Harry gives me his address and invites me to stop by and say hello sometime.

My second meeting with Harry was Thanksgiving day.  I gave Harry a visit before a swim and the dinner I was invited to attend.  I arrived at Harry’s residence as he was getting ready to depart for the dinner he was invited to attend.  He expressed gratitude for the visit and the timing of my arrival.