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Just a submissive girl looking to find a kind, compassionate Caring Man to take her by the hand, heart, and soul through a journey down a path rarely understood alone.

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11/2/2006 9:09:53 PM

 


4/1/2006 7:49:33 PM

Someone recently sent me a message, in it a song title...and an inference that my journey is one i have travelled alone, misunderstood perhaps, or somehow detached or void of the connection to another human being...I smiled.  For had i trampled through my existence in a vacuum i doubt i would be capable of realizing my potential as a human being, let alone a submissive creature no matter how concealed by laughter and irony and responsibility and life. 

I wait and quite contentedly so...not in lingering, but in anticipation.  Relishing who i am becoming, whether for "Him", for me, or for that which Ive no awareness ... what a marvelous journey it is.


12/29/2005 1:25:24 AM

On taking down the Christmas Tree.    Glorious describes the magnificent display.  carefully considered placement of bows, and beads, and angels in rows. Anticipation of the magic known as Christmastime no longer motivating efforts; instead, dread - a sadness. Bidding a goodbye with a strange sorrow delegated the duty of relenquishing this conferous tree of it's superficial beauty.  Guilt.  Had i not respected, adored, and given this pine a truly commendable eulogy, a memorial service surrounded by children and laughter and love. Kittens sleeping at your base, surely recalling your natural glory, not climbing your branches as would have had you been living, rather instinctively regarding the last air exchanges with reverence, respect, an innate sorrow.  And we, oblivious to the detriment of existence - fewer cones falling to carry your genes into far away places. Sweeping your needles, while muttering "a mess", your magic forgotten, as was your last 'breath'.   It is with great sorrow i acknowledge having forgotten your depth.  I bid you a heartfelt thank you for falling.  Know that agony comes from watching you barren.  Christmas tree you are honored, respected today.

On taking down the Christmas Tree, i no longer felt that presence i once so strongly felt, perhaps a belief that so consumed my thoughts, my heart,my soul, was but a figment of my own creation, a yearning so deeply rooted to manifest as reality? what is then, reality, but to forsake the longing to expose vulnerability to honour, pride,  desire.  does passion no longer fill the void? the emptiness of the moments, the silent, aching torment of growth. growing pains in the absence of conscious awareness .  

do i flutter by, a mere flicker in time and space.  no longer concealed in my yearning for that warmth to reach my skin, my soul, seeping ever deeper through my senses,  to the essence that is not just me, but life and love and creation.


12/9/2005 10:33:39 PM

 within my self, my soul, my very essence  i feel not scared, but lost, clouded, uncertain ... not unlike a new babe learning to take his first steps , it is with a naive eagerness that i trudge forward, following the development i relate to now as my existence, not knowing how or where i will stumble, only certain that i will.  Moments of clarity filter through as though the sun shining, peeking down warm and bright through the clouds in waves of iridescent, transient glory...and just before ive reaffirmed who it is i feel i am, the warmth and confidence and knowledge dances away, leaving me yearning for that next moment when clarity is mine.   each encounter reminding me to remember, to retain that knowledge of who it is i feel i am, yet each moment so wondrous, and so entirely consuming, empowers me to forget how i could not have felt at home always, rendering me oblivious to hold on to that moment, that glorious moment that heart, and soul and knowledge was one.


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ladyjanenyc
 
 Age: 29
  Oklahoma