Music:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kfztw1-D-ZM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0_n5LGn1sZ0
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sVh3WQtx_pw
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pcFPn0m1I5Y
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZFzogfFw-2Q
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p62rfWxs6a8
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9EzeW5KoPUI
Boiled cabbage leaves. I turn it over in my masala gravy and think back to the conversations of the class today.
Yes, boiled cabbage leaves kept in hospitals to alleviate pre or post pregnancy itchy breasts.
Having dabbled an elderly-orientated foot in nutrition and alternative healing a few years ago, I had gone full circle. In a class of thesans, my attention turned from mortals to conceptionists.
I am mesmerized by all things pregnant.
Its almost if every winter tree is fraught with the offspring of post-winter. Every rain drop bursting with new life.
I am reminded of Raphael's frescoes in Villa Farnesina where the cornucopia of fruit are plump with sexual energy. After all they say that Raphael died from too much sex; or possibly that was the (possibly) gay Giorgio Vasari having his comeback?
But who is to say too much sex is a bad thing?
This corpulent sexual energy has served many so well.
I digress.
The thesan who is afraid of labour came in this morning;
a Virgin Mary with a halo of mid-winter, mid-morning refracted sunshine.
But not a virgin.
Today, her breasts were unbearably itchy.
The class fell to; there was fertile wisdom to be imparted.
Boiled cabbage leaves, morning sickness remedies, a fear of deep fried breakfasts;
The failure to give up cigarettes in time for the birth.
I lent a distracted ear;
I had no wisdom to impart
But something teased my mind.
The distraction served well.
The subtle breath, the stroke of a caring hand, the romantic words....
The pent up energy to be spent.
Finally.
The warmth,
Venus calling me.
Suppressing the ease of such thinking
I return home
To find I am not the only one.
Desire is at its zenith
Fecund, fertile, lustful and sumptuous.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kfztw1-D-ZM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0_n5LGn1sZ0
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sVh3WQtx_pw
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pcFPn0m1I5Y
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZFzogfFw-2Q
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p62rfWxs6a8
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9EzeW5KoPUI
Boiled cabbage leaves. I turn it over in my masala gravy and think back to the conversations of the class today.
Yes, boiled cabbage leaves kept in hospitals to alleviate pre or post pregnancy itchy breasts.
Having dabbled an elderly-orientated foot in nutrition and alternative healing a few years ago, I had gone full circle. In a class of thesans, my attention turned from mortals to conceptionists.
I am mesmerized by all things pregnant.
Its almost if every winter tree is fraught with the offspring of post-winter. Every rain drop bursting with new life.
I am reminded of Raphael's frescoes in Villa Farnesina where the cornucopia of fruit are plump with sexual energy. After all they say that Raphael died from too much sex; or possibly that was the (possibly) gay Giorgio Vasari having his comeback?
This corpulent sexual energy has served many so well.
I digress.
The thesan who is afraid of labour came in this morning;
a Virgin Mary with a halo of mid-winter, mid-morning refracted sunshine.
But not a virgin.
Today, her breasts were unbearably itchy.
The class fell to; there was fertile wisdom to be imparted.
Boiled cabbage leaves, morning sickness remedies, a fear of deep fried breakfasts;
The failure to give up cigarettes in time for the birth.
I lent a distracted ear;
I had no wisdom to impart
But something teased my mind.
The distraction served well.
The subtle breath, the stroke of a caring hand, the romantic words....
The pent up energy to be spent.
Finally.
The warmth,
Venus calling me.
Suppressing the ease of such thinking
I return home
To find I am not the only one.
Desire is at its zenith
Fecund, fertile, lustful and sumptuous.
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