Intimacy…

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Intimacy…the ultimate sexy! Being drawn to someone without control is a feeling that many of us only experience once in a lifetime. It’s a magical force between two who connect on a much deeper level. It’s not just about sexual chemistry, although that too can be very intimate. Pure intimate feelings come from a much deeper place. A touch of the hand while staring into the eyes of someone who sees right inside your soul is intimate. A feeling of belonging together formed from a bond of experiencing the other.

There are two types of intimacy; physical and emotional. Love is intertwined in both. There are also two types of love within intimacy; compassionate and passionate. Compassionate love involves diminished feeling of attachment to the other. It is authentic, committed with profound feelings of caring for the other. Passionate love is identified by infatuation, intense feelings of sexual longing, throes of ecstasy and feelings of exhilaration that fill the room when you are together. To have a combination of both physical and emotional intimacy with passionate love is what most of us are ultimately seeking.

It’s a look across a room filled with people to that one person who turns you inside out and back again. A gaze that is only meant for you. A moment suspended in time. They know exactly what you’re thinking. It’s the magic of an intimate connection.

When we open our heart and expose ourselves making it known we are vulnerable to the other we experience the most profound intimate moments. It can’t be controlled, even if you try. You can walk away physically but your mind won’t allow you to leave the room they’re in. It can be a scary step if you’re not ready to open yourself to its entirety. A risk that many will not allow their heart to explore.

When you fall intimately for another human being they live inside your mind. They change the physiology of your body. They stir your soul. You become enveloped by their energy. They surround you no matter how far their physical form is from yours. They stand next to you inhaling your presence. It’s a powerful sensation that can overwhelm the ordinary.

Intimacy is considered the product of a successful seduction…so sexy!

Tracy~

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Tugging Me Back


Some places from my past seem to insist on being revisited. I wonder if I’ve inadvertently leaked a little of my soul’s energy in these places and then can’t ignore the tug from that energy to return to the spot – just to breathe it into my essence again.

That’s how I felt about a small town I lived in when I was between the ages of 2 and 4 ½. Although I moved into three different houses in this particular town, I remember them all very well. So well, in fact, that when I was driving through there last weekend, I could easily find them on my own without any help or directions from anyone. The last time I was there was about 44 years ago (which is weird, cause I’m only 36!).

I don’t just have a faint memory of this town despite how very young I was when I lived there, no I remember many details – of the houses, the neighbours, the things I did back then, even thoughts I had.

My mom was with me on this last visit and I actually had to correct her on certain things.

“No she didn’t live beside us; she lived across the road from us in that house. Remember mom?”

To be fair, I did live there with my grandparents for some time before my mother joined us. She had been going to Business College out of town and would visit whenever she could until she graduated and then she and I lived on our own together. We started off right in town and then settled in a home just a few houses down from my grandparent’s house.

As we drove into town my mom said “There’s the Dairy Queen you and I would go to every Friday night. We would share an order of fries. Do you remember?”

“Yes I do remember, and then you would play your guitar for me when we got home.”

“You Are My Sunshine!” we both blurted out in unison.

She told me she still gets teary whenever she hears that song and I confessed to her that when I was a young woman if any guy called me Sunshine, I was his.  ¯\_(-)_/¯

I pointed to an area and said I was sure there used to be a park over there. Yes, it was true. Lots of memories were flooding back but I didn’t want to talk, I just wanted to have them all wash over me and take me back to another time. An innocent time.

Aside from the many clear memories I have of that town there is one moment waaaaay back that will always stay with me. I had climbed into one of the apple trees in our front yard and then relaxed my back against a slanted branch. I fit perfectly in the arms of that old tree and I felt completely protected. I watched clouds drift across the bluest of blue skies and I knew I was a part of it all; that I was connected to everything. Now that may sound like a pretty heavy thought to have at 3 years old, but is it? I bet we all knew it when we were very small but gradually forgot along the way.

I wanted to go back and lean against that apple tree once more; I wanted to feel safe and connected and brand new again.  Sadly, the tree had been removed long ago; my grandparents are gone now too but as I stood gazing at the place they’d all once been, I realized something. I may not feel brand new but I’m still safe and most importantly – my connection to them, to all of it, never ends. I breathed in deeply and then walked back to the car. I left feeling energized by the experience once again. My essence restored.

 

 

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In the Mind of a Hopeless Romantic~

TJ It’s like a record playing over and over in your head, the song you just can’t stop humming. It’s become so familiar that it is a part of who you are. It’s not just in my head, I feel it every time I think of him. I’ve been wrapped in his spell for as long as I can remember. I can’t find my way out, every time I try and I have tried, it just starts all over. My hopeless romantic mind will not let it go. When he does finally come for me, and he will, the world will spin out of control trying to balance the electrical force we will create when we do finally surrender to one another.

There I was, standing in a room filled with music, people and chatter. I was engaged in a conversation with a complete stranger who was standing so close I could feel his breath on my ear as each word danced from his mouth. He was warm and passionate. He was someone I could spent hours talking to, the conversation was effortless, flowing easily.

The Kiss in the CrowdAs we were exchanging words, I glanced across the room and there he was…just standing there looking at me. Instantly my entire body was wrapped in his energy. You could hear the sparks fly across the room between us. The chemistry was magical. My entire being was encircled by his. If I closed my eyes I think I might have been able to hear his heart beat. His stare was intoxicating, looking deep inside me. There was no need for words, the look on his face expressed his intentions crystal clear. The connection was unbreakable, everything disappeared, the people, the conversation, even the music. He walked directly towards me with such certainty. My heart couldn’t beat any faster than it was at that very moment.

romantic kissWhen he was standing close enough to touch I felt the strength in his arms scan my body moving upwards. As his strong hands cupped my jaw line, I closed my eyes slowly to focus on my next breath of air. When my eyes opened we connected once more just as he leaned in and opened his mouth slightly. I was completely enveloped in the moment.  I was taken to a place I thought only existed  in my mind. He was breathing from his chest, the closer his lips got to touching mine the faster our pulses raced until we were completely in sync. Our lips touched, mixing our chemistry creating a concoction neither of us had tasted before. We stood silent in the moment. I would remember this feeling for eternity.

Our lips slowly parted, both overwhelmed by passion, there was no going back. I opened my eyes to the voice of my complete stranger standing next to me “Tracy, dance with me”, grabbing my hand he lead me through the crowd to the dance floor. I smiled, still in the moment inside my hopelessly romantic mind. I paused and looked around the room one last time, then danced like no one was watching~

I was listening to Michael Bublé while running and loved the words to his song “Haven’t Met You  Yet”, then I saw the video and had to add it to my post, seems I am not the only one !

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