Riding the Wave
I’ve stuffed my emotions for so many years. The fire in me is now burning, and I’m loving the independence, and new found freedom. I feel like I’m thirteen again. Only much more wise, mature, confident, and damn sexy!
I love songs, like I did back then. I am dancing. I can’t get enough of the outdoors. I am enjoying my friends, as we giggle a lot over girl talk.
I am so excited for life and all life has to offer. I am very satisfied with who I am, where I have traveled, and what I have overcome. I feel like the Cat’s Pajamas. I am the Cat’s Pajamas! I’m great, incredible, and special. Just like YOU! And I’m moving towards my own style and own innovation.
I’m chuckling over the silliest things, like this definition of bee’s knees:
Coined circa, in the 1920’s, bee’s knees means something along the lines of very good, excellent, great, amazing. A bee’s baskets for pollen are located near its knees, so when the bee’s baskets are full of pollen, they are filled with the good stuff.
That just cracks me up! Filled with the good stuff!
I feel filled with good stuff. I truly do.
And of course this stuff turns into the sweetness of honey! Yummy honey….
I also laughed aloud at the less popular terms of endearment that never quite made it through the years—words like: the flea’s eyebrows and the canary’s tusks. I so want to call someone the flea’s eyebrows. Just once. “Hey, you sexy!” “Yea, YOU.” “You, MY MAN, are the flea’s eyebrows!” I’d like to say that to a biker dude with a bunch of awesome tattoos or a twenty-year old kid, just to freak him out. Old lady diving off the deep end.
I am truly enjoying this rush, whatever it is. I don’t really care anymore. I am happy. Balanced. Loving. Focused. And for the most part feel sane…just constantly aching. But hey, an ache in the loins makes for marvelous poetry….
Here’s a poem I wrote in a matter of seconds yesterday, posted, then deleted. I fretted the words would seem silly and non-sensical to the onlooker. But after reflection, I really dig this poem. It makes sense to me. It moves me. It makes me feel alive. And that’s what I am aiming for during this phase of my life. What moves me. No one is stopping me this time. I’m me. And I love me.
Whatever transitions are happening in 2012, I seem to be surfing the wave of the collective unconscious. Or, like my bud Lisa said, maybe it’s early menopause.
Like I said. Makes no difference. Bring it on!
Ocean to Moon
Butterflies at bedtime
Tuck wings into sleep
Dream of when we last touched
And emptiness moved in rhythm
The ocean to the moon
Coming from the twilight
Of heart’s intention
The summer wakening
Whispering sweet surrender
We dance
As lovers last remembered
When wisdom paid her toll
We dance
As enchanted lairs
Where lioness is held
Kissing tender
Beneath the nape of desire
Spin me round the eagle’s call
Inching in as rivers to sand
Play me
This tired swooning captain
Into the darkened state
Where silence beckons
And aches divide
Nothing
But ever merging ecstasy
giggles….”Do you want to have a slumber party in my basement”….giggles
Everyday Asperger's 
Slumber party sounds great…if only it wasn’t for the massive pond God has put in the way.
I’m still thinking your second teenage could be early menopause…LMHO. (Joke)
No…I think God is bring you one massive healing and helping you get through all those hurts.
Plus, were Aspies….we didn’t get invited to sleep overs.
Or we did and got picked on while there. Why not do it in our 40’s. 🙂
Hey, don’t get freaking out too many 20 year old with your old lady chat up lines. giggle.
“I like your beard!” hehehe….it’s the Bee’s knees, innit?!
I’ll let all the clever folk comment on your poem, you already know what I said.
Love you loads and loads. Lees. xxx 🙂 ❤
*we’re…not were. 🙂
Yay, for slumber parties!!! My basement is ready. LMHO….meno-pause
I had slumber parties…I was the teacher bossing EVERYONE around. Usually my younger cousins and Mom’s bestfriend’s daughter. Giggles…sigh…I’ll stick to 40 year olds. 😉
Love you loads, too. HUGS cutie pie ~ 🙂 Sam the BASNA
You have such a gift. So happy you are sharing it with the world.
Hi Sarah!!!! So nice to see you here. Thank you for your kind words. xoxox Sam 😉
lovely positive full of light thoughts…and your quick little poem is AWESOME!!!! so talented are you!!!
he, he….I REALLY liked the poem. lol. Thank you very much David. Hugs, Sam of the green 😉
Sam, I love this post! Reading this struck something in me and just burst out a story/poem onto my tidbits blog. I had a lot of inspiration today starting with your other post and now ending with this one. I am off for the night, but wanted you to know that you helped spark me into flashes of golden waves. Hee hee
Sending love beam, light splashes!! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Yay! I am honored to be a spark…and I can totally see you as golden waves. You are so wonderful. Bubbles of light and droplets of rainbows Sweetie.
xoxox Sam 🙂
Yay! I am honored to be a spark…and I can totally see you as golden waves. You are so wonderful. Bubbles of light and droplets of rainbows Sweetie.
xoxox Sam 🙂
sexy sweet sam out of shell and wooo
she create waves after waves
of new mantras of liberation for all of you
tells us get out,look inside
explore the world to know yourself
you are the same Sam but in a new avatar…and i am so loving it
You took this chance and the chance blessed you 🙂
love ya 🙂
You are the best at comments. You could give lessons on commenting! Always thoughtful, detailed, and in depth, with wit, heart, and a splash of humor. Thanks sunshine. Sending you love upon a wave xoxo Sam 🙂
I wish what you have was contagious! 😉
I will tell you my secret!!!! he he…. hugs xoxox You made me smile. 😉 Sam
Excellent post; great poem! I accidentally heard the Keisha song one time when hopping around the youtube scene. Love the song! There’s another I like even more, but cannot remember…
Scott