*I’m resurrecting some posts from the lost archives. This one was 100 Words on Sensuality. This was from the early, early days of the 100 Word Challenge. Enjoy.

Blessings

We showered, letting the water run through our kisses, through our fingers on each other’s skin.  You smiled at me, tenderly, your tears mingling with the water drops. Then you kneeled before me in wonder with the water running over your dark head and into my upturned mouth.  I thought it holy as you gifted your kisses on the backs of my knees like blessings.  I felt them for days — a thousand blessings on the pale of my skin, alive and alight beneath my clothing as I moved through the hours.  My skin now a shrine to your beautiful worship.

Miksang is a Tibetan word that translates as ‘Good Eye’, and is based on the Shambhala and Dharma Art teachings of the late meditation master, artist, and scholar Chögyam Trungpa, Rinpoche.

Spontaneous road trip today.  House empty, heart longing, led me onto the road to see what I could see.  Found myself in a small town in the mountains, the streets all rolled up and the shops all closed.  Lanky boys rode by on their low-slung bicycles, warily eyeing me as they sipped soft-drinks through straws.

I chased afternoon shadows and light, peered into shop windows, lazily made my way down side streets, letting the colors and heat wash over me.