I like to listen to music as I work, and particularly while I write. For the past month or so, I have been switching between a Blues/Soul playlist and one that could best be termed mellow/romantic. You know, Sinatra type stuff. Now here’s the thing: everything that I have written in the past month has felt hollow to me.
My Father-in-law dropped by this weekend, and ever the good guest he arrived bearing gifts. This weekend’s care package consisted of freshly grown produce straight from his garden. Now to really understand Len you need to know one thing: the only thing that he loves more than painting is gardening. He is a gardener of the old English tradition, bringing forth a green bounty of life from rich soil lovingly tended using organic methods. And that is the real secret: he lovingly tends it. His is a labour of love.
Due to circumstances beyond our control, Dawne and I have been unable to enjoy our accustomed level of intimacy for the last several weeks. This kind of thing is normal in any relationship, but if mishandled, can put a considerable strain on a couple. Fortunately, we have developed some effective strategies for handling these periods in our lives, without going for each others throats.
Dawne and I have always found each other’s smell alluring, and we’re not alone in finding our mates scent to be a turn on. Napoleon Bonaparte is reputed to have once sent his beloved Josephine a missive in which he said, “…will be home in a week. Do not bathe…”
A recent UK study has shown [...]
There was an 11 year gap between my paternal grandparents, qualifying them (just) as a May-December couple. if you’re not familiar with the term, it basically means that one partner is significantly older than the other. Dawne is a mere 18 months older than I, so we don’t qualify. The general consensus in our society [...]
There’s a revolution going on, and its changing how we choose to express ourselves in a loving relationship. It’s not the kind of revolution that is likely to break out into public demonstrations, or even garner the kind of media attention that the sexual revolution did a few decades age, but it is a revolution nonetheless.
So many love poems paint sumptuous pictures of affection, heavily laced with metaphor and allegory that we can easily forget the simple joys of love on earth. A touch, a simple look, the very fact of our beloved’s presence in our lives is often more than enough to stir the heart to joy and contentment.
It’s Friday, and I feel like taking a break from saving the world today, so I thought I might share some of my favourite blogs with you instead. Some are friends, some are just bloggers that I like to follow and all are good, so please click through and enjoy. I’m sure that you will find something to brighten your day 