First thing this morning, I get a call from a way back when.. friend. I hadn’t heard from this friend in maybe a year. He was just checking in on my daughter and I. Shooting the breeze about the weather and some FB photos. Then he asked what they all ask at the very end of the conversation… “When am I getting a wedding invitation?”
An overly confident young stylist once stood over me and said.. "You have enough hair on your head for five people!" I only allowed her to trim my ends.
And once an Old School stylist simply refused to cut a mere 3 inches off my hair. Even though I wanted her to. Her philosophy was that since I was blessed with a head of thick long hair, I needed to leave it like that! I kept her for as long as I could. Wish I knew where to find her now! Velmarie Marshall, where are you?!
The story goes: She's pregnant by Brutus, and yet made several attempts to disclose to Caesar that Brutus is not trustworthy.. Because she knows. And now Caesar is dead by Brutus' hand.. And she wonders.. Could poor dead Caesar know the meaning of those double pink lines on the little white stick?.. Haunting...
To start with, I would just like to make it clear that I choose to look at my own sensuality as holistic. Meaning, it is all of me not just one aspect of me. Most relate sensuality to sexuality. That's not necessarily true. And as much as I'd like to deny it, being or feeling sensual has impacted all areas of my life. I'm not certain if I was aware of it during early childhood, but certainly since adolescence. The stories I could tell you!
I too, like other good writers am very good at slinging superlatives. Embellishing grandly.. the greatest, most extraordinary, and the absolute best of the more better. Do I lament or lecture? I definitely consistently bejewel modifiers in order to adorn the subjects of my affection and or.. disgust.
On this blog I am superlatively, if not superfluously about Communicating. Planting Seeds.. of Inspiration, Contemplation, Introspection, Beauty, Wellness.. and then some. I sing, dance, walk, smile, play, read, pray and especially live and write my repressed even unallowed feelings and observations about pain, unemployment, single parenting.. womanhood.. sexuality.. childhood. Betwixt and between plugging away at my own works for near future publication... I am. without a doubt.. Carefully. Lovingly. Miracle Mindedly. & Divinely Ninja-Motherly.. Spiritually. Sensually. Soulfully.. A Woman of Her Words™.
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