Friday, September 10, 2010

How To Celebrate Your Birthday Like A Goddess

* Celebrate for an entire week, beginning with the Monday of your B’day and conclude on the Sunday following.
* Do whatever you want to do.
* If you’re on Facebook, be sure to indicate your birth date so your FB friends can send messages that make you feel loved.
* Keep all phones nearby so you can receive birthday songs and text messages.
* Eat whatever you want even if you’re on a diet.
* Have birthday sex (on the day of or all week).  If you lack creativity in this regard, try this:

* Dim the lights
* Light a candle with or without fragrance
* Burn incense
* Play your favorite music
* Sit beside your loved one and meditate
* Proceed with the intimacies of your choosing 
(Silently expressing affection by lying besides one another if there are health or pharmaceutical restrictions is just as potent as theme park quality fun… and if there's no partner on hand (pun intended) self love is good too.

My birthday extravaganza is unfolding amazingly well.  I began celebrating on Monday with my BFF, et al at Omega Institute’s Ecstatic Chant. Krishna Das, Deva Premal, Miten, Manose, and Jai Utal were among the superstars present. I’ve been enjoying my visual and vocal birthday messages (keep 'em coming). I practice what I preach, so the celebration will continue until Sunday.  The birthday sex (all week option) will most certainly be worthy of a Goddess.

Sunday, September 5, 2010

Shadow Love

This is not me or my local track
This morning while I was exercising at the local track, I could hardly take my eyes off my shadow. Right before my very eyes was a recognizable silhouette upon which there were no wrinkles and nothing jiggled. A short sleeved tee shirt concealed my poorly defined biceps, triceps, and deltoids.  Nearly knee length shorts obscured quads that desperately need some work. Today I will worship my shadow and fully enjoy the illusion of external beauty.

Thursday, September 2, 2010

Dissimilar Outcomes

Picture this:

My husband and I are in our sacred space.
The lights are low.
The TV is on with the sound muted. 
Incense seductively wafts through the air. 
A chanting cd is playing softly in the background.
I am in deep meditation as the sweet intimacy unfolds.
After some time, we chat… as we normally do.

Before long, I think…
Could my sweetheart have just noticed the Dow Jones Industrial Average roll by at the bottom of the TV screen and dare to speak it to me? 

The moral of the story is this:

If it works for you, celebrate.
If he comes along for the ride, celebrate a little more!