What’s Kissing All About?

May 13, 2010 by  
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Do you remember your first kiss?  Mine was on a motorcycle at the top of a mountain when I was thirteen years old. The boy I was kissing was seventeen.  Earlier he asked if I wanted to go for a ride on his motorcycle.  I said yes.  I was so excited, I knew my first kiss was going to be happening soon.  So I hopped on the back of his bike and off we went.

We rode around until we got high up and could see all the streets and houses below.  We were in the mountains in the state of Rio de Janeiro, where I grew up.

He turned his bike off and we both got off.  He was nervous but managed to ask if I wanted to be his girlfriend.  I too was very nervous but also managed to say yes.  And then it happened.  His lips moist and full touched mine.  Then without being taught anything I just instinctively opened my mouth and my tongue and his touched.  All these amazing feelings started rushing in and at age thirteen I was being baptized into the sensual world of adulthood. Read more

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Love And Kisses

April 10, 2010 by  
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Love has no desire but to fulfill itself.  To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.  To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving.  ~Kahlil Gibran

But where do we find love, the romantic kind? If you are out of school and have entered the work force, finding that special someone can be a daunting task.  Most of us work full days and then run errands before wanting to vege out in front of a TV.  Weekends are often spent with so more catching up.

We tell our friends and family we would like to be in a relationship but don’t seem to meet enough people.  Someone then suggests what about a dating site, or some other speed dating organization.  So we give it a try and then use some of the hours we would spend with our friends or running errands to sit in front of a computer.  Before we know we are exchanging emails, phone calls and sometimes actual meetings.

This seems to be all well and good except that in all this activity we leave out a very important tool in meeting others; living in the moment.  How many people do we actually interact on a daily basis?  Think about it.  Coffee shops, dog parks, dry cleaners, super-markets, wine bars, movie lines etc.  What if we were open and present?  Could we make friends?  Could we meet someone we could become romantically involved with?  Could we meet someone who could introduce us to someone else?  Maybe.  But just as maybe as meeting someone online.  Plus by living in the moment we build a life with less anxiety and more spontaneity.  We live in the world and we build connections.  So don’t spend all your time running around or in front of a computer.  Go out do things and meet people while having a good time.

How did it happen that their lips came together?  How does it happen that birds sing, that snow melts, that the rose unfolds, that the dawn whitens behind the stark shapes of trees on the quivering summit of the hill?  A kiss, and all was said.  ~Victor Hugo

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Gold Wrapping Paper

February 21, 2010 by  
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The story goes that some time ago a mother punished her five year old daughter for wasting a roll of expensive gold wrapping paper. Money was tight and she became even more upset when the child used the gold paper to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree.

Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift box to her mother the next morning and then said, ‘This is for you, Momma.’

The mother was embarrassed by her earlier over reaction, but her anger flared again when she opened the box and found it was empty. She spoke to her daughter in a harsh manner.

‘Don’t you know, young lady, when you give someone a present there’s supposed to be something  inside the package?’

She had tears in her eyes and said, ‘Oh, Momma, it’s not empty! I blew kisses into it until it was full.’

The mother was crushed. She fell on her knees and put her arms around her little girl, and she begged her forgiveness for her thoughtless anger.

An accident took the life of the child only a short time later, and it is told that the mother kept that gold box by her bed for all the years of her life.

Whenever she was discouraged or faced difficult problems she would open the box and take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there.

In a very real sense, each of us, as human beings, have been given a Golden box filled with unconditional love  and kisses from our children, family, friends  There is no more precious  possession anyone could hold.

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