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Spring Spring Spring
4/2/2006 11:34 pm Last Read: |
Well now, I can certainly tell the sap is rising...at least I have a few saps looking for some rise winking me now and again. Boom-boom. It's not all bad however but there are some glaring examples of why some people remain single and looking in my inbox this week... Still with the advent of Spring I feel more of an interest in getting out and about, perhaps doing a few social things; not that this will happen without serious planning as I've got a load of irons in the fire at the moment. Still, perchance to dream. I haven't been feeling very bad-kittish this past week as I've been having to deal with some rather large issues - it seems our son may be autistic, and it's done my head in a bit. This has required me to focus on important things in life, and darlings, "forcing" you to do things you really want, without any regard for my own personal enjoyments or needs, isn't very high on my priority list right now. I was asked by a prospective what it is I'm actually seeking. My answer? Imagination. Imagination can do wonders, it can create the most elaborate dreams from Ten Thousand and One Nights with a bit of creativity. And I don't mean dictating a woman's appearance right down to her shoe size. I mean setting the stage of awareness and taking care of the MEANS, letting the ENDS happen as they will. The mundane gives me no joy, creates no spark, awakens none of my senses whatsoever. A lover should always be inspired to create the best of the best, to enjoy the thrill and anticipation which can be prolonged for some time. There is no enjoyment for me in a hastily-designed encounter of an hour or two - pleasure cannot be rushed. Spring is a slow process in England. It requires days of rain and temperatures that warm slowly, then fall without warning, only to be coaxed once more into warmth by the rays of the sun. It is sporadic, unpredictable, and fickle...but sooner or later, with persistence and time, the bluebells bloom and carpet the forests with baby blue, and the daffodils bow their heads before the strengthening sun's rays. Be creative gentlemen...and see what blooms. |
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