Welcome to the ravings of a forty-something gal who was born forty years too late. My ideal life would have been as a Big Band singer -- instead I'm still stumbling through life trying to decide on a more practical alternative.
Monday, June 14, 2010
The Moment
In that moment after we've made love, lieing in the afterglow, safe and content in each other's arms I am overwhelmed by a feeling I cannot fully explain... a desire at the very core of my being... a longing for some tangible result of this beautiful connection we share... a seed that would take root and grow... a piece of each of us brought together in perfect union and growing inside of me. Would that we had found this perfection years ago and that our lives had been blessed with children born of our love. Still, the contentment is sweet and the love so profound... and the moment passes... and life goes on, leaving me floating on its wistful wake.
Tuesday, June 01, 2010
That Little Voice Inside My Head...
Has someone ever said something to you and you can't turn off the recording of it playing over and over in your head? Yeah, that's where I am right now. I want to think they were kidding. I have to believe they were. But, if they weren't, all my illusions are shattered.
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