This was a wonderful, wonderful surprise. (Click to find out) After a heavy week of processing and feeling less than desirable, and looping and having little sleep, I found this link on my statistical page of my blog. Sigh. The words are truly divine timing for me. I am ever so thankful for this kind woman’s heart and honesty. Thank you!
Yesterday’s post had some interesting photos. A couple of people commented, including my husband. I am curious if any super highly intuitive people got what I was trying to convey artistically. If you didn’t, you can pretend you did, because I’m about to tell you.
For me, the emotion conveyed and pouring through my blood, in both the poem and in the letter to my Lord, was the extreme pressure I feel in being human, particularly in the way people judge one another based on a variety of reasons, including conclusions drawn by collective perceptions and experience. My photos, to me, were conveying a false me. An illusion, you could say, of a person who would be mistook as perhaps mean, shallow, conceded, lustful, angry, or desperate and needy. I was attempting to convey a photo that did not represent my light side, but my shadow side. I personally love the photos, as they are gutsy, real, and a part of me I haven’t let out of the bag until now. Meow! Scratch! Scratch!
With that said, I was going to pose naked for this post….but thought that might be stretching the limit.
I was at my masseuse today, processing and processing, and talking poor little Sue Happy’s ears off. That’s what I call my masseuse, because her name is Sue and she is perpetually happy. I was so into my heavy talk and deep thoughts…super deep, like the…. (now that sounds provocative!) As I was saying, I was into some deep stuff, like the potentiality to change the view I have of a relative based on the truth that we each create in our minds a perception of a person; so that if each person were looking at one person, say a woman, then each perception of said woman would be different based on who was viewing her. In other words, there would be several versions of the same woman existing simultaneously based on the observer, with not one single version being the right perception . And if I could thoroughly grasp this concept, and the illusion of perception, then I could feasibly adapt the perception of many of the other people looking at the woman, and merge that adapted perception into my current perception, minus the non-beneficial thoughts, in order to recreate a more positive and healthy version of said-woman.
Yes, I said all that at super high-speed, in one huge sentence.
Patient, loving Sue Happy.
Sue Happy did say my feet were the most balanced she’d ever seen them. That’s saying something. I immediately thought of the gut-wrenching, desperate-kneeling, and wailing I did in the shower yesterday; and thought perhaps that my virtual throwing up of said self was the secret to balanced feet.
I didn’t say that to Sue; nor did I say I was talking fast as a result of the Mocha Coffee.
Anyhow, my point was, I was being super, super deep and serious, and quite complex for most bipeds. And that is when I decided I needed to shift the energy. Luckily, I know how to crack myself up, and I know how to think quickly. I had this great idea come at me all at once for a Thanksgiving post. Something off the wall. I would post a short story of the nude beach and make the title: Thankful for Clothes.
After some consideration, I withdrew that initial thought.
It was Thanksgiving after all. I then came to the conclusion that a more enticing title for the holiday would include the word naked. Of course the following song immediately popped in my head.
Only they were naked. And that really made me laugh. I envisioned all the naked people dancing to this song on the nude beach. And I was instantly healed from all the trauma of the nude beaches! No…not really. But I did have a good laugh. Naked jiggly-parts, and all.
Here is the short story. For the sake of honoring my mother, I did take out several descriptions I had of her breasts. This did affect the overall artistic touch of this story. But even I know when to draw the line: NO description of your mother’s boobies on Thanksgiving! I assumed boyfriend’s butt-crack was okay. Hope I didn’t ruin your pumpkin pie!
Thankful for Clothes
Ben turned back. “Good day, Pretty Ladies.”
Ever cautious, I replied, “Thank you.”
Ben winked and then turned around and snapped the cap of a beer bottle off with his teeth.
“We look like one of those families on television, with our car piled up with blankets and food, and our smiling faces,” said Mother. “Like the Brady Bunch. Or what’s that other show?”
“The Partridge Family,” I muttered.
“Yeah. More like them.”
I rubbed my bare feet between my dog’s tight curls and pulled a string from the seat cover. Ben’s daughter, Shara, giggled and kicked her legs up and down. Her round little belly protruded out from her top, exposing what looked to be the tie of a latex balloon.
Ben cleared his throat. “You know we went out of our way to get ready. It probably took us a good hour just to pack up the car, not to mention the time we had to wait for you to finish going to the bathroom and find Justice’s leash. I hope you appreciate all your mother does.” Ben finished, flashed a half-smirk, turned away, and patted Mother on her bare knee. They exchanged a knowing smile. I grabbed my stomach and threw up.
The rest of the story has been removed, because I wanted to keep it private. 🙂
14 thoughts on “257: Thankful for Naked People”
Oh, goodness, Sam. You are fantastic!
Dancing naked people! hehehehe hugs to you.
Oh…You are so sweet. Glad you enjoyed. xo
Oh, Sam. I had a friend who wanted desperately to visit Australia. His two hopes were to get the finest imported beer and go to the nude beach. He got his wish. He and his wife traveled there. He went to the bar and ordered their best imported beer: Michelob Light (imported to there). Then, he went to the nude beach and found he and his wife were, by far, the youngest people there…lol
All the hippies from my childhood leaving the country to still jiggle their naked parts! lol. Thanks for what you wrote on my friend’s blog. You are very kind. Happy Turkey Day 🙂
Hi I hope you don’t mind – but I have nominated you for ‘The Blog of the Year Award 2012’. The details are on my page at http://worldlywinds.com/2012/11/22/blog-of-the-year-2012/
If you do not participate in the awards system then I apologise for inconveniencing you – and please feel free to accept or decline as you wish. I just wanted to say thank you for following my ramblings and thank you for inspiring me with your work! Alex 🙂
I would like to accept. Thank you so much! xo
Why after looking at the Shiny Happy People did I envision naked people dancing to ‘Jump Around’? (By House of Pain, Ironically .. well, for the men anyway, and well endowed women. That’s quite an up tempo beat LOL!)
Oh, that’s a good song, too! lol I’ve been back to your post several times. Those are the exact words my soul needed. Thank you so very much. I left two comments, but for some reason they didn’t show up. But thank you, thank you, thank you. Happy Turkey Day Sweet and Lovely You. 🙂
You’re welcome, you’re welcome, you’re welcome. 😉
You “crack” me up, I love how you write….not so pleased with the visuals I have floating around in my head though…thanks. 😛
Poor little you, I would have wanted a fort to sit in too! Eww
I have to tell you….after reading this I had to pop off to fetch *AJ. As I was driving I was singing “Shiny, happy people.” *CAL has never heard that song before so pipes up with, “WHAT??? People aren’t shiny?” I laughed and said, “They are if they are naked and wet” giggle.
Love you too much. Me. ❤ 🙂
hehehehehehehehehe Fantastic-o lol, lol, lol. xoxoxoxo muahhhhh ❤
The best you are dear Sam ~ thankful to know your soul xxoo
Thank you sweet Robyn. You know I feel the same. xo