Mackgurl's Musings

Slow, warm, wet...what are your favorite kind of kisses? I mean do you have more than one fave? Like are you the passionate, OH LORD I THINK HE STOLE MY SOUL, fan? I have to admit that is DEFINITELY a good one. Or maybe you're the more quick brush of the lips type Hmmm, those are good too. What about the ones that seem to last for years? OH YEAH those are spectacular, too. But then there's the one kiss that seems to just stay with you.  THE FOREHEAD KISS. Sometime and in some cases, a forehead kiss can be a hundred times better than one of those everlasting SOUL STEALERS. Wait wait wait - hear me out Think of the last time when you were little and your mom or grandma gave you a hug and before you left her arms she planted a kiss right in the middle of your forehead. You remember how that felt? How did you feel? Warm?  In that moment you knew you were in their heart.  Now, think of the last time you got one of those kisses from the man/woman in your life? Seemed innocent a...

Sometimes we don't know what we want. Heck, most of the time we barely know what it is we need. So, isn't it amazing then that when we find it, stumble across it or when it finds us, it is basically immediately clear that it is in fact what was needed, what was wanted? Like, say you're putting together a puzzle. Perhaps it's one with oh let's say a thousand pieces (whew that's ALOT)                                                                                                                                                    http://clipart-library.com/jigsaw-puzzle.html You start with the edges putting them together and b...

Slowly, you wade cautiously through the depths... In water, not murky, but not the blue of crystals... Cautious, hesitant...afraid of making waves... A plethora of thoughts, birthed from episodic overthinking... These thoughts serve to weigh you down, like stones ... Tied around your waist, your legs, your arms...yet still you wade... Until one day, that day you decide no more wading... No more sloshing through what-ifs and maybes... Now you're jumping in with both feet, eyes wide...into the deep end... Full speed... No stones... No worries... No fears... Just stepping out on faith... Walking on water.                                                                                                                ...

At my usual spot, a table for one... Yes that one...the one, a way from the kitchen but near a window... I sit with a clear view of life as it passes by... Sitting in my usual spot, a table for one... I stare into tomorrow...wondering how just yesterday, I was certain... Certain that THIS is where I would always be... But now my usual spot, a table for one... That one is too small...amazing how just yesterday, I was certain... Certain that THIS table would always be for me... So my usual spot, my table for one... Has been changed...Yesterday is gone, and today there's me and you... And that table for one, is now a table for two. Photo by Juli Kosolapova

Hey blogoverse! Have you ever found yourself in a situation where it just seems that no matter what you do it just isn't enough? Maybe you thought it was enough for you but maybe not so much for the people in your life? An example? I'm so glad you asked. Say for instance you are in a relationship with this great guy/girl. I mean they literally make you smile just when they run across your mind. The problem is they don't quite have the same feelings about you. While you would do and have done so much to make them happy - meanwhile all you hear is criticisms. Oh some are subtle - "you know, you'd be really pretty with straight hair."  Some not so much - "why are you always reading? How many books does one person need! Ugh, don't you do anything fun? Man, you are so boring. All you ever do is read, watch tv and write in those notebooks. You never get drunk, you don't do drugs..why don't you live a little for Pete's sake!!!  You have to do som...

Out of the blue, you appeared in my life... Like the sun, peeking from the clouds after a storm So bright, you seemed to glow and radiate such  warmth. In your presence, well... I feel your care, your VOICE , your SMILE ... How can I possibly feel your VOICE ?! How can I feel your SMILE? ! Am I crazy? When I'm with you, well... I hear your heart, I hear your EYES ... I hear your EYES !  Am I crazy?! I thought that if I admitted... At least to myself, t hat I liked you - a little, it  would help. But, no, I still feel your SMILE caressing my lips - when I'm alone. Maybe I am crazy? I figured if I admitted... At least to myself, that I liked you more than a little, that would be enough. But no, I can still feel your VOICE surrounding me - when I'm alone. OH GOD, I must be crazy?!! I hoped that if I admitted... At least to myself, that I love you - a little, it would stop these crazies! But no, I can still hear your EYES talking to me - when I'm alone. So today, I stan...

Hi Baby...Hi Love...Hey Hun...Babe? Those words are bandied about a lot . To some, those words may seem casual but to me they mean much much more. They are words that  show how deeply you've ingrained yourself in my heart.  My constant source of smiles... You are a fountain overflowing with hugs, laughter, security and most of all love. I wish so much that you were here... Here with me... My hand in yours, your lips on mine.  It would be pure bliss... But you're not here...Not where I can hold you, cuddle with you... But you're not here...Not where you can hold me, snuggle with me... No... you're not here...you're there... Hmmm, I wonder...no I'm actually fairly certain... THERE...Wherever you are right now...In that place, in that moment of time... I know that THERE has no idea how lucky it is to have you.

A house built with straw A house built with sticks We know how the story goes Quickly thrown together A few flowers, a few kisses, a few sweet words And then the wolf takes a deep breath A house built with straw A house built with sticks We know how the story goes The wolf begins to blow Exhaling puffs of anger, huffs of misunderstandings Stirring your hurt feelings and making you run A house built with straw A house built with sticks Is no match for a house built with bricks It's foundation is strong Built on friendship, laughter Spending time together, learning one another It can withstand a hurricane of tears It can withstand the tides of raised voices A shelter from the huffs of disappointments But it takes more time to build It takes more care, more effort Ensuring that the foundation is set A house built with straw A house built with sticks A house built with bricks We know how the story goes Now, which house do you prefer? And which house will you choose to build?

Your hands… exploring… your fingers… searching and finding… t he gravity at the center of me that holds me down… one touch launches me… the second touch s ets me free… i nto the heavens… seeing stars and feeling moon dust.

Snuggled in these arms of yours they hold me close and tight...not to hurt or restrict but to reassure me that all is well... that here it’s okay to take down my walls... that here in the shelter of your arms, listening to the music created by the beating of your big warm heart I am safe... I am home.