I love riding my scooter in the early morning, watching the sun come up and burn off the fog while the air is still cool and laden with the mingled scents of dewy grass and dying magnolias. Or when the smell of ozone is so sharp in the lightning-tinged air as I slip through pockets of tantalizing warmth and unexpected coolth whilst rushing beneath a gathering of steely stormclouds. Is it easy to tell that I am a voluptuary? I relish the sensual world around me, and I revel in experiencing something new every day.
I am working on improving myself in body and mind, and I have come to realize that I am a work of living art constantly in progress -(thanks still to my beloved, who supports me in all things and continues to display the patience of Job himself)-.
Those moments before thunderstorms when the wind is wild and the sky is bruised and swollen and burned with lightning? Yes, I love being in the middle of that.
I write. I doodle. I take photgraphs. I praise the names of the man who created air conditioning, the developers of Photoshop, the artist who made the little glass skull that was gifted me from NewOrleans, and whoever created soft-serve ice cream.
Digging in the dirt and growing things is a way to get centered and appreciate the regenerative properties of nature. Also, a good way for a fair-skinned creature to get a nice sunburn.
I cherish every morning that I get to wake up next to the man who holds the secret to my bliss as well as my heart in his hands. His smile is like the sun appearing after that storm, and his touch is pure warmth.
Staring for ages at a work of art, touching the walls of an old building, stomping through fallen leaves in the Autumn...
I suppose, at face value, I am a garden-variety romantic at heart.
But in truth, I am so much more than that.
Thank the Deity that there are a few poeple who know the truth of it.
I'd like to meet:
In no particular order:Sergei Rachmaninov, Neil Gaiman, Albert Einstien, the Shelleys, Louis XIV, Vincent Van Gogh, Jakob Grimm, Martha Bernays, Wolfgang Amadaeus Mozart, Stephen King, Queen Elizabeth I, John Malkovich, Jesus when he was but a man, Oberon, Nikola Tesla, Geoff Tate, Janis Joplin, and that one beautiful soul with whom I am too awed by to strike up a conversation.
Music:
There is little to dislike about music... I listen to nearly everything. Classical, opera, musicals, techno, hardhouse, chill, disco, soul, the blues, salsa, pop, jazz, reggae, ska, rock, rockabilly, psychobilly, punk, funk, grunge, and death metal... I even have been known to hum a few country songs or giggle through a rap or two.
However... two things to know:
Live music is always best. Especially local live music.
Do not ask me to sing.
Ever.
I sing like a duck.
Books:
I am a voracious reader. I will read anything I can get my hands on, especially philosophy, seventeenth and eighteenth century poetry, languages, fantasy, biography, erotica, religion, horror, and sociology.
Heroes:
I have come to realize that there are people who walk through this world in a constant state of grace, no matter what challenges or blessings come their way.
Those folk have my deepest admiration, and I hope that one day I can find that grace within myself.
