Summertime… Of course the distraction of sun and warmth can play havoc with the work schedule, but I here tell that the Welsh summer is not quite as warm and sunny as I am accustomed to. While my friends and family in America crank up the AC, I have had the heat on. I see people out walking around in shorts and sandals as I pull on a sweater. Ah, the grass is always greener…
My duties over at The Manor with eSensual Books are keeping me very busy as of late and my writing has taken a backseat for now. We have revamped the website, digitally remastered our DEV© experiences, released the new Touching Couples series from our new line of Better Sex audios, created the DEV MOD series which enables you to order and play your experiences as you like it best and have dozens of brand new experiences for you to try. I am also hard at work creating an “Owner’s Manual’ guide to ensure you get the most out of all your experiences. DEV©: Making the World a better place one orgasm at a time!
Exciting news release is the Voices of DEV contest. The competition has begun so go to www.esesnualbooks.co.uk for all the details. Do you have what it takes? Send us your sexy auditions today!
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And authors, stay tuned for our latest project, working with you to create new experiences. More on this exciting development soon.
I miss writing fiction and truth be told, I may be experiencing a bit of a block, but I know that one day very soon, it will come pouring out of me once again. For now, my creative juices are flowing in other areas and are just as satisfying.
To encourage my muse, I am off to Italy in a few days for a holiday. I have never been and am looking forward to it very much. The land of my father’s ancestors, I plan on vacationing the Italian way; celebrating each moment with passion! Food, wine and friends- what more could I ask for? Oh yes, a little warmth. Arrivederci per ora
The swans are back. My baby cygnets grown since my last visit. They float aimlessly past my window coming by for breakfast and dinner every day. In the water, they glide effortlessly as they were meant to. Their beauty, grace, and splendor enhanced by their elegant gliding. It is where they belong.
Sometimes though, like a fish out of water, they take to the air. The effort required is obvious in the frantic flapping of their seemingly cumbersome wings, feet dragging through the bay as they lean in casually looking for momentum. While it seems they are sure of their place in this world, content to float, sometimes they must fly. How difficult is it to be something you are not? How much effort is required to step out of your comfort zone? Do we sometimes need to fly in order to be able to float?
Migration requires nothing more than beginning the journey. It is ingrained in their psyche, it is just what needs to be done. Not a choice, but a requirement. I recently read that it is possible that certain people have a genetic predisposition to wanderlust based on the migratory habits of long ago ancestors. What of the effort? What of the fear? Could they have chosen to continue floating?
Life is complicated, much by our own choices. Yes, it could be as simple as we make it. Or we can choose to cope with the complications in a way that allows us to not be caught in the drama. We don’t need to frantically flap our wings when we can float, but are we then denying ourselves a chance to learn something new, to look at things from a different perspective? Have we passed up a chance at growing, learning--living?
Freedom of choice is a gift that humans have been granted although at times it may seem like a curse. If life was easy, our choices a sure thing, would we appreciate our experiences as much? Would we live fully or simply exist, floating on our own little pool of water?
Knowing where we belong can be a good thing, but sometimes, like the Swans, there may be more than one place we can float. Effort, strength, discomfort- may all be part of the journey-or not. It may even make others question why you just don’t float where you are, but when it is inside you, a part of your very being, you know you must take to the air to find your way back to where you belong.