Heart! We Will Release Him


Heart, we will release him!

(Inspired by Emily Dickinson)


Heart, we will release him

From his unwitting prison walls;

Soul, we will grant his escape

Before the evening falls.


Mind, we will unlock him

From fantasies he did not see.

Breath, we will exhale him

So that we can all be free.


Fool, we will admit it –

Our walls were invisible to him.

Image, we will both resign

That chances were in fact too slim.


Arms, we will unfold him

From our unfelt embrace

Eyes, we will look away

And gaze no longer at his face.


Heart please help us hurry

Lest, when we pause to think of him,

Our weakness overtakes us,

And we imprison him again.

Familiar Comfort


For two decades it has provided warmth.

Though now covered by a more fashionable gold brocade comforter, it is still there, familiar, comforting, consistent.

It has become somewhat frayed by time and use and moves and stains that needed washing.

On the colder nights it is not enough to keep the winter at bay.

But it is always there and always has been.  It is known.  It is part of life.  And there are times when its familiar softness

Makes the winter much much easier to bear.

Thank You


The very kind author of the blog, His Beloved Submissive – http://hisbelovedsubmissive.wordpress.com/2013/01/06/reality-blog-award/ – nominated me for an award, which I very much appreciate.

There are usually questions that go along with nominations, and this one is no exception:

1. If you could change one thing, what would you change?  

I would live somewhere where it snows

2. If you could repeat an age, what would it be? 

22 – there was something I knew was right for me but of which my parents disapproved – I would do it anyway

3. What one thing really scares you? 

Something happening to my children

4. What is one dream you have not completed, and do you think you’ll be able to complete it? 

I would love to sing on Broadway.  I have no foreseeable way to complete that, but I haven’t ruled it out…😉

5. If you could be someone else for one day, who would it be? 

I honestly can’t think of anyone I would like to be besides me……though I wouldn’t mind being joined by someone special🙂

I love reading the blogs I follow, so nomination is always a tough call, but these definitely come to mind:





May I


May I open my heart

And hands

May I see and be seen

May I kneel

May I trust

May I reach out my hand

To be taken

May I ask

May I offer

May I share my

Secret desire

May I serve?

she remembers



she remembers

the first time she heard his voice

trusting him, his trust in her

opening, awakening, feeling

she remembers

desire, hers and his

feeling beautiful

stretching, being stretched

kneeling, bowing, surrendering

she remembers

thrill, arousal, flying, 

the pounding of blood in her ears

his hand coming down swiftly

sensation, color, taste

she remembers

the journey, the lessons, the freedom

she remembers 

safety, danger, light, darkness

being bound, dancing, laughter

tears, strong arms, complete nakedness

she remembers

and she smiles

Turn, Turn, Turn



I have looked at the cursor several times since typing that one word.  Cyberspace is still….strange to me at times.  People share at least what seems to be so much of themselves with virtual strangers.  Sharing abstract feelings, fantasies, euphemistic longings, memories….all of that is easy.

Sharing….personal life.

I have a very few very close friends.  They tell me I am like the layers of the earth.  I seem to “spill all quickly,” and then they realize after getting to know me further that that is just the first layer.  The layer of sharing that seems personal but it relatively easy to share.  The things that are fragile and intimate details and……private things are very private.

I think that is why it took a very long time for He and I to realize what was already true.  He was the first person in a very very long time who had penetrated the complex outer walls and really knew…..ME.  And because of His life…..I had been the same for Him.  We always knew and frequently reminded ourselves and each other that this was not for life.  This was for a time, for the purpose of awakening, for those initial steps into a journey we both had dreamed of taking.  He sent me a picture…..it was of something brand new, something that needed to grow.  We talked about the care with which it would be tended, and how once the roots had taken hold and growth was hearty, there would not be a need for the same kind of tending.  In other words, we would begin to grow together, and then that growth would eventually take us to the place we were grew better apart.

Ah….this is why the deeper layers are harder.  No poetry or racy stories😉  I am not as free as He needs someone to be.  He needs more than I am free to give.  I crave……..something.  I know it is just out of my clarity, but it is….something.  I need regroup, wait, then think about taking the risk.

I called this post Turn, Turn, Turn because I love that song, and I have always loved that passage in Ecclesiastes.  Sometimes things are just for a season.

counting the days



a few short weeks










long conversations


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