• Experience,  My EJC Responses

    Rituals & Routines

      I am very much a creature of habit, routine and ritual. In fact, if I were a fantasy being, I’d likely be a Hobbit, comfortably snuggled up in my Hobbit hole with books and pets and food and wine. Because for me, “adventuring” is just not really a major life draw. Sure, I crave new experiences, social interaction, and from time to time I do get cabin fever (traveling at least once a year really is part of my life goal). But, for the most part, home is just where it’s at for me. That’s probably because I’m an introvert. Where I can (and do) deal successfully with people…

  • Experience,  My EJC Responses

    Train Jumping

    Sometimes it’s hard to motivate myself to start things, but once I’m on the productivity train, it’s hard to derail me. I get moving in a particular direction and just keep going until I hit my destination. The problem with this is I have several trains running at one time in my life, and I can’t really be on more than one at a time. So the only way to keep things going smoothly in my life is learning to jump from train to train without killing myself. People talk about work/life balance. But I honestly think there is no such thing as true balance – and trying to achieve…

  • Experience,  My EJC Responses

    A moving truck full of blocks

    I didn’t write yesterday. I couldn’t. I stared at the screen and tried to find inspiration, but in the end, I just went and took a nap. Some days are like that, yes? Days when your well is empty and uninterested in being filled. Days when your spirit knows that the next giant wave is coming so she’d better sit and take a breath or two before it does. Today, I have to pack up the kitchen and my office. The last two rooms to get the big box-up. And tomorrow, we get the keys to our new home. Moves are always a little bittersweet. Even though I’m quite ready…

  • My EJC Responses,  Poetry

    The Essence of My Erotic Being

    Essence like a jigsaw of tangled limbs and shadows, my erotic mind sits in pieces waiting to be assembled its valleys dip low beneath my surface, and peak beyond my sight, though the height makes me nervous at times there are moments that, like ripe, low-hanging fruit, it weighs heavy– grounding me or when it sways, like waves of tawny wheat; the whisper of its movement beckoning harvest and still others when it whips and dives, bird-like, desires unfettered by conscience– uncatchable a landscape of snowflakes and daisies, roots and vines viewed with a held breath or downward glance never the same destination twice If you are looking for a retreat…

  • Blogging & Writing,  Experience,  My EJC Responses,  Opinion

    Finding My Erotic Self through the Words of Anaïs Nïn

    We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect. Anaïs Nïn I already knew that my body could feel things. I’d found myself aroused by words, furiously and guardedly reading late at night beneath the covers. I’d seen things that made parts of me twitch and pulse in response. But I didn’t really understand myself as an erotic being until I rented a film at a tiny video store in a sleepy college town. It wasn’t a new film. I found it buried in the “Drama” section next to all the other literary-themed films I loved so much…Howard’s End, Dangerous Liaisons, The Wings of the Dove, Jude… It was Henry…

  • My EJC Responses

    A Metaphor for the Erotic Self

    Yesterday, the metaphor of that garden spider stuck with me all day…and grew. I thought about how garden spiders just hang out, right there in the center of their webs, fattening up through the late summer and into fall. How they start out small and bright and end up large and dark. I am nothing like them in their boldness. I would not build my web across a window, between trees, confident and stubborn, knowing I’d likely have to rebuild multiple times throughout the season. I would weave mine way up in the corner like Charlotte, writing messages and spinning tales, talking to whoever would listen, just like I do…

  • My EJC Responses,  Poetry

    A Bold Move (Considering Sacred Spaces)

    A Bold Move She’s made her web across my window, as if she knew looking out and looking in would make her world seem bigger. It was a bold move, I think, to build out in the open. Her striped legs dance across dew-sprinkled strands, her body growing larger as the heat of summer slips away. She is the first sign that things are changing. I wish I could scoop her up and take her with me, let her spin an intricate design in the corner of my new office. But upsetting her home would not make my house feel like one. Old things in a new place often feel…

  • Erotic Journal Challenge

    The Erotic Journal Challenge – “13-Day Retreat”

    (I wish I’d thought of doing this when Marie Rebel posted her Retreat prompt, but I just didn’t have things together enough in my head.) My writing mojo goes through seasons, just like anything else. There are times during the year when I have more time to write, but that doesn’t always mean I have the impetus. In fact, more often than not, when the time is available, my brain goes into hibernation. A few posts back, I wrote about my “crazy cycle” – how my ups and downs follow a pretty predictable path during the year. And all of it revolves around my job. I start work in September every…

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