Immerse yourself in the vibrating vortex of lust
I simply ove this imagery from an article in Hopedance Magazine:
"Well I got it standing on my farm in B.C. a few weeks ago. I was out there with the deafening sound of thousands of frogs fucking in my ponds, earthworms doing it beneath my feet, mason and bumble and honey bees fighting to stuff themselves into every flower in sight and I suddenly realized that I’m not farming, I’m presiding over one big giant orgy.
"I realized that every form of life on my farm is absolutely immersed in this incredible humming, buzzing, and vibrating vortex of lust. […]
"It’s not just like the bumper sticker that says, "organic farmers are more fertile." It’s more than that. You can’t possibly live and work in the midst of all this uncontrollable lust each and every day and night of your farm life and not become a part of it, not begin to embody it, attract it."
MMmmm. Yes. More here: http://www.hopedance.org/new/issues/57/article2.html
Actually, I think his last point extends to more than the farm and nature's lust. We really can't live or spend a lot of time in any environment without beginning to embody it or have it change us in some way. The more intimate our connection with the environment, good or bad, the more potential it has to penetrate our being.
In relatedness, in the fleeting moments that I'm in town and at home [gasp], I've been paying a lot of attention to my urban wilderness. It's my third summer at this house and for the first time we have redwings. I notice that one of them, who has more of a silver wing, has changed his song this past few days. I was worried that one of my cats may have eaten his mate since he was also quite agitated when his tune changed and I've seen him try to dive-bomb GC. But he was out with a mate in the neighbour's garden this evening. Of course, it may not mean much. Red wings are quite polyamourous... actually usually one female has several males tending her.
In garden news, my strawberries are currently well on their way to become sweet, red plump mouthfuls of juiciness. Yum. I've teeny peppers and eggplants on the plants and my tomatoes plants are growing by the minute, it seems.
"Well I got it standing on my farm in B.C. a few weeks ago. I was out there with the deafening sound of thousands of frogs fucking in my ponds, earthworms doing it beneath my feet, mason and bumble and honey bees fighting to stuff themselves into every flower in sight and I suddenly realized that I’m not farming, I’m presiding over one big giant orgy.
"I realized that every form of life on my farm is absolutely immersed in this incredible humming, buzzing, and vibrating vortex of lust. […]
"It’s not just like the bumper sticker that says, "organic farmers are more fertile." It’s more than that. You can’t possibly live and work in the midst of all this uncontrollable lust each and every day and night of your farm life and not become a part of it, not begin to embody it, attract it."
MMmmm. Yes. More here: http://www.hopedance.org/new/issues/57/article2.html
Actually, I think his last point extends to more than the farm and nature's lust. We really can't live or spend a lot of time in any environment without beginning to embody it or have it change us in some way. The more intimate our connection with the environment, good or bad, the more potential it has to penetrate our being.
In relatedness, in the fleeting moments that I'm in town and at home [gasp], I've been paying a lot of attention to my urban wilderness. It's my third summer at this house and for the first time we have redwings. I notice that one of them, who has more of a silver wing, has changed his song this past few days. I was worried that one of my cats may have eaten his mate since he was also quite agitated when his tune changed and I've seen him try to dive-bomb GC. But he was out with a mate in the neighbour's garden this evening. Of course, it may not mean much. Red wings are quite polyamourous... actually usually one female has several males tending her.
In garden news, my strawberries are currently well on their way to become sweet, red plump mouthfuls of juiciness. Yum. I've teeny peppers and eggplants on the plants and my tomatoes plants are growing by the minute, it seems.