This Notion Called Lovin'

Samantha Jones (Sex and the City)
Samantha Jones (Sex and the City) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Once upon a time I was convinced that I had a clear grasp of the concept of falling in love. I was certain I knew what it meant and how it felt. I dare say I believed I had been in love once or twice before-a different degree of loving I suppose. But it made a lot of sense then.
Now, when I ought to be smarter and more experienced, I find myself short of understanding. While I feel that at this point in life I should recognize love when it hits, I still can barely comprehend basic feelings such as fondness and attraction.

There is the occasional time when the thoughts of that special someone creates a longing that stifles my heart for free expression. At such a time, it’s easy to admit to a feeling deeper than a simple like. Continue reading “This Notion Called Lovin'”

It is 2AM but I cannot Sleep!

Cover of "Being Erica (OST)"
I know my greatest undoing is fear. (OST)

I have tossed and turned in my bed until eventually I am throwing in the towel. It’s obviously not going to happen so allow me to be a little constructive. Being awake in the wee hours of the morning, I find myself reflecting on a lot of things; what point I have reached in my ambitions, what goals I have accomplished, things that I may need to change or improve-life in general. Tonight, I find myself coming short. I am not where I had wanted to be today. I still have so much to do. I realize that my to-do-list is still considerably longer than my already-done-and-crossed off-list. There are so many things I would love to start doing and yet I seem to be caught in a rat. I am at a good place, just not as good as I would have preferred. To think about it is painful, admitting it ‘is an even harder pill to swallow’ as Mary of Hell’s kitchen put it two nights ago.
I definitely need to pull up my socks! Continue reading “It is 2AM but I cannot Sleep!”

Maybe Someday They Will Meet Again

English: The beach at Swansea "Light brea...
She stood there staring behind him as he disappeared into the dusk. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

They held hands and laughed heartily at each other’s jokes. Gazing deeply into his eyes she bit her lower lip. She was sure she was the happiest girl alive. He had never felt so ecstatic before. In his mind, he kept echoing to himself what now? He was torn. He knew what his heart wanted, it was literally yelling out the words at him, deafening his inner self. His body on the other hand was unwilling to take that leap of faith. He was stuck in that moment. Most of him was happy, too happy but that puny part of him was pained, an overwhelming pain. He could barely control it. He continued to cling onto her tender delicate hands, lost in the eyes that lovingly stared back at him. He was certain she was waiting. His heart bled for her and for himself, for he darn well knew exactly what was about to unfold before them. Still smiling, well he thought he was smiling, but his heart was swollen with anguish. He could take it no more. A thick tear cascaded down his face betraying his despondency. Confused, she took a step closer to him doing her best to read his face, his emotion. The confusion in her eyes was livid but she refrained to ask for she was afraid of his response. Instead she watched him, desperately trying to figure it out.
Slowly the beauty of the sunset was forgotten. The gentle music of the sea and the warm sand beneath their feet instantly became the last thing on their minds. They were lost in each other. Some place between bliss and torment. In frenzy he clutched at her arms and pulled her to himself crushing her fragile feminine lips against his rough sculpted ones. He then wrapped his arms around her and was gently stroking her hair. At that very moment she caught on and her eyes instantly welled up, hot stinging tears fighting for release. She hugged him back with a might she never thought she possessed. She was now aware of exactly what was about to happen, and it did. He pulled away from her. With a tiny crack of a smile at the corner of his lips he took a step back then glanced at her one more time, a slow lingering stare trying to take in as much of her as he could carry with him. Then he turned his back on her and walked away. She stood there staring behind him as he disappeared into the dusk. The silent sobs no longer so silent, her affliction was unbearable. She truly was overwhelmed. Her soft sobs slowly grew louder and the torment seemed to be crushing her. She crumbled, falling onto the warm sand where she lay for what felt like eternity.
About an hour later, she concluded that she was lucky to have loved. She decided it did not matter that she had met and lost him in almost no time yet he seemed to have been made just for her. He belonged in a different world but he loved her, and she him. She reminded herself that was all she ever wanted. Picking herself up and forcing a smile across her tear-stained face, she resolved to count her blessings rather than to mourn over spilt milk. And who knows maybe someday they will meet again.

Halle Berry at the Oscars, 2013

I realize I am a couple of days late, but I must say that Halle Berry looked phenomenal! I know, I posted it on our facebook fan page already. Clearly, I am in love.
Two items on my agenda this morning!
a.) I have been obsessing about Halle Berry’s dress at the Oscars. I thought she looked gorgeous. I love that her gown covered all that needs to be covered. She wore a very descent yet  flattering metallic Versace gown. She was in deed a show stopper at the 85th Academy Awards.
What was your opinion of her gown?
Halle Berry: 85th Annual Academy Awards
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I Hope You Dance!

A close friend of mine has for several years repeated that life is not about waiting for the storm to pass, that it is about learning to dance in the rain. Well, I know even she borrowed the quote. It is however a motto by which she lives her life, one that I attempt to mimic. Life is not a bed of roses. We all know that; we hear it all the time. I find that Jenna’s philosophy to enjoy life’s simple pleasures despite the challenges to be an extra ordinary plan. I agree that we should strive to make the best of what we have been able to accomplish while at the same time  giving ‘faith a fighting chance’ as Lee Ann Womack puts it in her beautiful song, I hope you dance. I have found myself on several occasions in the past procrastinating, planning to complete a project, intending to hang out with family and friends or even simply watching a movie at the cinema. Now I realise you cannot simply live one part of your life and hold off another for later. We must learn to dance in the storm, to make it through our hardships and emerge stronger and better and that even when we lose one love we can rejoice in the hope of a brighter future.
And finally, take a moment to listen to my inspirational song for the week, Lee Ann Womack, I hope you dance.