Category: Love


20 odd years ago, my former husband Scott Davis and I quit our highfalutin jobs in Boston, bought a 45′ ketch and set sail for the horizon and beyond. The word extraordinary doesn’t even begin to explain our adventures. 

We shoved off for points unknown from our base in Newport, RI, sailed over to Bermuda and then blasted down to the Caribbean – checking out every island in the Eastern Caribbean Island Chain until we ran smack dab into South America – where our daughter Lily was conceived in the cool, green waters of Venezuela. 

I’m shopping now and Jimmy Buffet’s song, “Changes in Latitudes, Changes in Attitudes,” (see link below) came over the loud speakers, causing tears of joy to came cascading down my face. It opened my heart even more for Scott who I’m happy to say is still my friend, and brought to the fore the amazing adventures we have shared and the incredible daughter we still do. 

It is true that the lower the latitude, the higher the attitude, at least for this gal. And hearing the sailor’s sailor Jimmy Buffet croon about life at sea, brought me right back to that experience and made me realize that I so want to do it again. This time, with a daughter who is now born and thriving, and a lover Jason who defies description for his endless curiosity and daring – which are key ingredients when embarking on a sea going voyage. 

So Darling Friends of endless possibilities, here’s to us, The Seekers, The Creators, The Adventurers in this ever expanding life’s journey. In this moment of pure bliss, my love knows no bounds for you, for me, and for the calling of the sea~

Changes in Attitude, Changes in Latitude

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Creator, I had a delicious thought I wanted to share with you. A few days ago a lovely man I know posted a tribute to his and his wife’s relationship. It began by praising their ability to love each other, to communicate effectively, etc. And then, dum de dum dum, it nose dived by adding a whole section that began with “despite our horrible childhood experiences, etc.” haha!
 
Only Abers would find this type of detour from great to awful amusing! Right? Damn I love us, but I digress!
 
Rather than go deep into the wobble, I chose to stop reading and bask in the first paragraph of praise and love. I left it there, that is until I saw this charming man and his equally lovely wife the other evening.
 
When I saw them and remembered the post, it hit me!! Bamn! It’s not “We’re doing well DESPITE our despicable childhood experience!” No No No, that’s all wrong! Rather, it is BECAUSE OF OUR CRAZY ASS UPBRINGING that we are Doing Well. We’re Thriving BECAUSE our childhood mostly sucked! It’s Thanks to our parent’s f’d up way of parenting that we created more Rockets of Desire to burst forth. It’s The Gift of NOT BEING GOTTEN, that has given us a Vortex brimming with our Dreams and Desires. It’s The Benefit of trying to squeeze our Eternal, Expansive Selves into Society’s square hole, that steered us right into the Loving Arms and Wisdom of The Teachings of Abe and Our Inner Beings! And really, is not that THE Greatest Gift of All?
 
So thank you Parents! Thank You Nuns! Thank you Rules and Regulations. Thank You boarding school! Thank you overbearing, boring, tedious teachers and school systems. Thank you less than stellar boyfriends. Thank you Friendships that didn’t end well. Jobs that were lifeless. Conversations that were banal. Lovers that didn’t Love. Sex that down right sucked! Overbearing bosses! Pets that died! Parents that died! Friends that died! Because you know what? All of it! All of it! All of it, was the grand catalyst for my exponential Asking, Expansion, and Growth.
 
It feels good to Appreciate broadly! To Allow fully. To Know completely that all of it is groovy cool! Never look back! No regrets! No blame! No shame! No victims, only Victors! Yup, that’s how we roll here, on This, THE MOST RIGHTEOUS LEADING-FUCKING-EDGE OF THOUGHT IN THE WHOLE DARN UNIVERSE! Over and out…😎~*

Einstein Quote of treating everyone the same

My father Clyde came to mind when I read this delightful quote. Everyone he met was his friend, and it was especially true when it came to the service industry. His appreciation of their attention showed by his tipping largesse and turning his winning smile on them. Wherever we went, folks bent over backwards to accommodate his every need!

When I was a kid, one of my favorite memories is of us walking into the lobby of Hotel Le Meurice in Paris. The entire staff lit up when he crossed the threshold; calling out his name, hand shakes, hugs, and merry smiles all around. The elevator operator even shut down the elevator to attend to Clyde’s first request upon landing anywhere – ice for his cocktails! Haha!

One day, when we were living in Florida, the doorbell rang. When I answered it, the fellow standing on the threshold introduced himself and followed it up with, “I’m a bartender at The Men’s Bar of The Biltmore in New York. Clyde always told me that if I was ever in Florida to look him up!”

Clyde came striding around the corner, right arm and hand extended in friendship! “Harry,” he said, “Good to see you! Come on in and have a drink!”

Yup that was my old man! A winner through and through…~*

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The intonation of my father Clyde’s speech and character were infused with the essence of two distinctive worlds: part old school New Yorker and part shipyard worker. Clyde was born, bred and raised in a powerful family in Brooklyn, New York. As a kid and under an alias, he had worked the docks of the shipyard that his grandfather founded, so that he might learn about the business and become friends with the men, without their being aware of his family connections.

He was 6’2” tall, barrel chested, and had the posture of a marine, although he was never in the armed forces. He was a Man’s Man, brimming with self-confidence and at total and complete ease in his skin. He was powerful, generous, open, curious, spontaneous, witty, gregarious and all with his de rigeur cigar planted firmly between his teeth. His DNA reeked of being a New Yorker; bold, brash, the best of the best, although without being cocky. He was King of all he surveyed and everyone wanted to bask in the umbra of his magnanimity; the women all wanted to sleep with him and the men wanted to be his best friend.

He wasn’t classically handsome rather, he had a strong resemblance to Humphrey Bogart, which only added to his appeal. He exuded the good breeding and manners that one would expect of a millionaire’s grandson coupled with street smarts: cunning and smooth. He was a man who had never smelled fear or defeat and was sure of his place in this world… front row center.

Clyde had a plethora of sayings that peppered his speech. There were the ones that came straight from the docks, my all time favorite being, “I wouldn’t piss on his leg if it was on fire!”

And some that could be categorized as truisms, describing life as he saw and lived it. One in particular has played a large part in my life and is the catalyst behind this story,

“Walk in like you own the place kid, and no one will stop you!”

I have conjured up this phrase and used it to cross thresholds into unknown situations, board rooms, parties, job interviews, negotiations, anything that required that I take the next step armed with the self-confidence of The Gods. I have pulled it out in storms when I needed a boost and in calm seas, when I was formulating a plan to do it “My Way,” and wouldn’t take no for an answer. It is my suit of armor although it is not constricting, rather its essence is one of absolute freedom of thought, word and deed. Of standing in my Power and owning it, not with bravado or flashiness, but with the kind of style that oozes from the inside out and cannot be forged.

I have been thinking a lot about Clyde lately and in particular about the ramifications and positivity of the phrase, “Walk in like you own the place kid.” I have been appreciating his unusual parenting style as he took me to places and introduced me to people who dwell and thrive “way-oh-way” outside of the mainstream. He opened my eyes, mind and heart to the whole world, not just the class that breaths rarified air, but all the stratas of air that are available for us to sample, while appreciating the gifts that each offers.

As I type my thoughts, I am feeling a tremendous amount of pride and love surging forth from Clyde in his non-physical playground. The headiness of his love is mingling with the love, admiration and appreciation that I feel for myself. I have lived what one friend described as “a very big life.” Big in emotion, big in adventure, big in never following the rules but rather, heeding the call of my “True North,” no matter the consequences. I have never blended, which come to find out is a blessing. I used to think otherwise, looking at those folks who seemed so at home in “normal.” Who had their lives mapped out from childhood, who didn’t make waves. But hell, what fun is there in that? After all, we didn’t come here to blend, to regurgitate, to vacillate, to legislate, to obfuscate, to stand outside of our “true nature” and allow for anything less. We came to boldly and confidently stride forth, to Create from the lofty perch of our unique vantage point. In short, we came to

“Walk This Earth Like We Own The Place!” 

And when we do, when we are true to our intentions, our passions, our desires, there isn’t one person or a million, who can distract or dissuade us from our heading of True North. This stance of Being In Our Power feels like we are breathing rarified air, but in this case, it’s the air of Our Personal, Singular Strata of Knowing and Intention. Now I ask you Creator, what is sexier than that?

I must be off now, to stride forth on this earth, like I own the place. To plant my flag on each spot that my feet touch, my mind reaches, my hands caress, my lips kiss. To take ownership of each unique experience, in its fullest and most complete capacity. To firmly, eternally, and unabashedly embrace my place in the unfolding and artful becoming of this, my precious life…~*

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OK Creator, today I want to play with you on the topic of Self-Love and Orgasm. It has come to my attention that many of my Homies who are currently without a lover, have forfeited the joy of self-pleasuring because somehow there is the mind set that has you waiting for a partner in order to achieve ecstasy. Balderdash!!!

Listen, I know from first hand experience, if you desire a lover in your bed; then loving yourself physically, creates a fertile and fecund playground of expression and expansion that will speed up the process and, you’ll be having a ton of fun in the meantime.

When I left my husband a few years ago, I was overdue for a sexual upgrade and I wasted no time in achieving this. For the first time in years!!!!! my daughter was away from me for a few days at a time, so that I could just chill, do me, and I mean REALLY DO ME!! I re-ignited the embers that were my sensual side to such a fever pitch, that I had to run home at times to pleasure myself. You might say I was making up for lost time, LOL.

I created an atmosphere conducive to loving myself; I played sexy music, had candles burning, smoked a bit of reefer to allow more flow, bought fun toys, lingerie, the works. I didn’t want a lover at the time, I wanted to discover ME! to uncover ME! to uncork ME! to unleash ME! and that’s exactly what I did.

The effulgence that infused me from this delightful self-love, spilled out into all areas of my life. I FELT sexier, I looked sexier, I walked with a swish to my hips as though saying to the world, “Don’t you just wish you could have a taste of this?”

I also became a walking pheromone, men and women were drawn to me like magnets – I had guys screaming at me on the highway for my phone number (I gave it to them and had some fun dates); men in the grocery store followed me from isle to isle, one even scored my number in the produce section and became my dating partner for a few months. Everywhere I went, I was trailed by sexy humans.

So here’s the upshot… You want Alignment? Have an orgasm. You want to build momentum? Have another orgasm. You want to attract juicy situations/people into your life? Have a delicious go at YOU! Take that body out for a test drive, check out the parts that you haven’t visited for a while, realize that you have this incredible source of pleasure at your fingertips just waiting to be recognized and set free.

I’ll tell you what I tell my teenage daughter, “It only takes one to make a party!”

Isn’t it Time to get it TUNED IN, TAPPED IN, AND TURNED ON Creator?

Yea, that’s what I thought~*

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I LOVE YOU…

Three words that harness immense power. While saying or hearing someone say, “I love you,” is far from banal, there is a way to release more of the energy that creates worlds; simply by turning the pronouncement of love into an action, a flow; rather than a passive reflection of a feeling.

How about, I LOVE, LOVING YOU!

Or, the equally heady, I LOVE BEING LOVED BY YOU!

What was initially an expression without movement, has become fluid. We have breathed life into our Love; and now, with this quantum upgrade, our Love is alive, ready for a fuller expression of itself.

So Creator, on this new day, I am here to shout out to the world, I So Love, Loving You~*

 

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Darlings, I want to share a vignette about my morning yesterday. It all began when I awoke with a burr under my saddle, sparked by my yard (the gardeners haven’t been doing their job. And yes, I realize that it’s all about my vibration, but come on, sometimes it’s fun to get your rage on!) I sprung from my bed, went into the garage, grabbed the giant hedge clippers and proceeded to stomp around the yard Rage Clipping the bushes and trees, growling and cursing the entire way. When I was done, the place looked great and I had a great big laugh with myself about myself!

There’s something to be said about Rage Clipping! For letting it rip. For core breaches. For a 10 on the Richter Scale of crazy! Not only does it have its merits emotionally and physically, but then, when you’re done and you realize how “coo-coo for cocoa puffs” you just were, its a wonderful launching spot for your next bounce into understanding, love and the realization that we can do it our way, whatever the hell our way is in any given moment! Here’s to rage clipping and the delightful fall out that happens when the God that we are gets her KKKKRAZY ON!

Come, fill me up with your passion

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