I am relaxing into the rhythms of the beach. A number of days stretch before me.
Time to have some coffee on the screened-in porch on my favorite white wicker rocker …
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August 2007
It’s almost too sappy to share, but blog I must, even occasionally on vacation. I’m at the beach. It’s been gorgeous. Last night there was a full, bright orange moon. It was shimmering on the ocean. I thought of romance. A walk.
A great guy who likes sand between his toes …
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I was going through some old issues of O magazine. I hate to part with them because I enjoy them so, but ultimately I enjoy organization in my home more.
So I came across a memorable piece written by a woman who prepared a special Bolognese Sauce when she wanted to show a man she really cared. Because it simmers for hours, it fills the house with a wonderful aroma yet still allows for getting yourself ready if it’s a special evening. The recipe was part of the story, which I found completely endearing.
I specifically remember enjoying the article the first time around and shutting the magazine afterwards. It didn’t occur to me to cut out the recipe because there wasn’t a specific man I was trying to impress.
Now I have a whole different attitude. I cut out the recipe.
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Found while going through an old O magazine:
Time is a created thing. To say, ‘I don’t have time’ is to say ‘I don’t want to.’
– Lao Tzu
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So if indeed we manifest everything in our lives, why has the daily spam in my email folder quadrupled? And why do most of the emails pose sexual questions?
Universe?
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Decided to create a vision board, a la The Secret. The idea is to make your goal more concrete and visual. So I grabbed some magazines last night, about 9:00, and started pulling images and crafting my man/relationship concept.
Ironically, it was right about then that sex in a very young package appeared on my doorstep. And I turned it away. Which, when told to my friend Mary, prompted this quip, “Sex on your doorstep? Sounds like the title of a novel.”
Just hours before another young lovely on a skateboard had asked me to “hop on.” Another clever name for a novel? The Universe is having a blast, yes?
Mary suggests that my “love light” is definitely on. Now I just need to use it to attract a whole, sweet man for a multi-dimensional relationship.
Seems that vision board needs to be very clear.
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I was already a little breathless on the treadmill when a news report showing the two firemen who died in downtown Manhattan came on, complete with audio of the emergency calls. They choked to death. No oxygen.
I felt my eyes tear up and became acutely aware of my real, honest-to-God breathing.
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A review/update is in order as I continue my quest to manifest a wonderful man for a fabulous relationship and document it on this blog:
– I didn’t buy new sponges or make room in my sock drawer as described in my August 5 post titled, “Bringing in Ken.” Nor did I make over my Barbie bathroom. However, as promised in my August 14 entry (“In the pink”), the pink tank top is a goner. In the garbage. Finito. Whew! And, as indicated on August 10 (“Picture it”), I did put a heart-shaped frame on my desk.
– The 25-year-old mentioned in “The lust factor” on August 6 saw me coming out of my apartment building today as he was gliding by on a skateboard. Asked me if I wanted to hop on. How does a grown woman not laugh out loud at that? But he is trouble, a flashing red light, and so I let it lighten my step and headed to the gym.
– I still want to dance and travel and talk deep into the night and, yes, other things with this pending man.
– The online dating site isn’t producing much in the way of dates, but has been extremely illuminating in the area of learning how to ask for what I really want.
– Add to the list of things in my home that need a dose of testosterone — my DVD player isn’t working. For the complete rundown, see August 13 (“Help! I need somebody”).
– The poem called The Invitation continues to haunt and delight me in its profundity. See the August 8 entry titled “Essence” to read it.
– Every day I ask The Universe to present the right circumstance for my bold move, as described in my August 16 post (“Fear not”).
So there you have it. I end with my affirmation:
I am powerful, loving and harmonious and equipped to attract the ideal man for me, under grace in a perfect way.
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A friend told me about this book she was reading over dinner the other night. It gave these four principles of success:
1. Be the love that you are
2. Always do the right thing
3. Follow life and the living
4. Forgive
I love these because they are so simple and they encompass so much. Plus, they are as meaningful in what they say as in what they don’t.
I have surrounded myself with good, smart friends.
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Another potential date on an online dating service. He seems nice, but immediately wants to skip over the preliminaries and sends his personal email address. I tell him I’d prefer to keep using the designated format and its secure email system. Next phase, he sends his personal email address again.
I hear a voice in my head. It is my friend Erin Weed saying, “You want to be wary of a guy who doesn’t hear ‘No.’”
He doesn’t hear ‘No.’
I close the match.
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