Lost For Words....
After writing "The Good, the Bad and the Ugly", my mind has gone blank! I don't know what to write about next.
It was difficult at times during the telling of the incident as the memories are still disturbing. I found at certain points, tears welling in my eyes and a sorrow that, I imagine, will never leave me. Anger remains still over G's actions or non-actions and also over Q's attitude at the time. Thank you all for reading my story and for your comments. I appreciate your time and words. Until now, I'd not told many others the story of that time on the island. I wasn't trying to bury it, but it is a rather distressing story to tell.
Moving on to other matters...I'm perched on about 2 inches of my computer chair as my female cat, Shama, (pronounced "Sharma") is curled up on the chair also. She is commanding and demanding the greater portion of it. She has her legs planted firmly upon my lower back as a warning for me not to consider, for even one minute moment, of moving further back on the chair! So here I sit perched on a precipice! Luckily my feet touch the floor! I dare not get out of the chair because as soon as I do, she will take it all over.
Last night, finally, I came to the conclusion (I'm slow...I should have come to it much sooner, I know) that I will never understand men! I've come to that conclusion before many times, but I've always tried again and again, thinking perhaps it was just me and they really are easy to understand. Men certainly do inhabit a different planet than women.
I can think of nothing more 'manly' than a man who isn't afraid of expressing his feelings, his love for his lady, defying all male taboos by doing just that. I admire a man who openly admires his lady and doesn't care who notices his admiration.
My mind works in mysterious ways, I can hear you saying. I freely admit that it does. These thoughts were prompted by something I read somewhere, said by someone. I can't remember where or by whom, but the male concerned spoke tenderly of his lady love and it struck a cord within me. I thought to myself (it is very hard to think to someone else, but that's by the by)...I may have the hide of a rhinoceros, but my heart is as fragile as a flower. (I was going to say 'egg' but that might crack you up!)
I believe it would be the greatest compliment of all, to have a man who thought so highly of you that he was not afraid to admit his emotions.
We discussed sexuality/sensuality the other day to a small degree and music was mentioned. While reading some of the comments in that post, The Commodores began playing on the radio, singing, "Three Times a Lady"...now that's a very sensual song. So I started thinking about songs and here are but a very, very few of the thousands that strike a tender cord within me.
You Are So Beautiful
Always On My Mind
I'll Go On Loving You
Help Me Make It Through the Night
When We Make Love
Keep On Loving You
If Tomorrow Never Comes
If You Don't Know Me By Now
Sometimes When We Touch
As I said these are only a few...where does one start...there is no end, I'm sure!
I had to complete and 'publish' this post quickly as a friend of mine arrived, unannounced. Ordering him (nicely) to grab a bottle of white out of the fridge until I finished what I had to do...I then opened a bottle of red for myself, hastily put together a platter of cheese, salami, olives and crackers and then sat down to join him around the dining table. At first, I was not in the mood to see anyone, let alone have a wine, but it was quite amazing how rapidly those two bottles evaporated!