Wildness is incredibly sexy to me.
I married a whitewater kayaker. I live at 8,000 feet where there are more elk than people.
And I blog about Sexy Owl Moments (SOM's)
I've seen quite a few owls in the same stretch of river that inspired my first SOM post. But they always see me first. All I've caught is a retreating wing span floating over the river. No full body sensory orgasmic moments. Nothing worth blogging about.
But a few weeks ago I got lucky.
My hiking buddies, a pitbull and two labs, were hugging the frozen river bank as I navigated a game trail in my snowshoes. I paused to feel the rising sun on my face and marvel at their four-legged agility and contagious joy as they bashed through a tangle of willows.
I wasn't the only one watching.
The small Great Horned owl was so busy keeping his eyes on the dogs that he didn't notice me standing less than fifteen feet away. He must have sense my elevated heart rate and quick intake of breath when I realized he wasn't just a thick cluster of willow branches, because as soon as my brain registered Owl, he turned his head my way.
My body swayed like seaweed on the ocean floor as I tried to get a better glimpse of him through the branches and he was doing the same and there was a second, one sexy second, where our eyes ~wide, searching and alert~ met.
The flash of his wild yellow irises seared into the blue of mine and I felt his fire burn all the way to my toes and my god I live for moments like that.
How about you? Have any sexy wild encounters to share?
I’m reclaiming my sexy.
Because I lost it there for a few weeks.
This fall I gorged myself on new technology. I took an online class for writers on internet marketing and Google+ which inspired me start upgrading this blogging platform and design a C.C. Havens website. (Coming soon!)
But then a few weeks ago, I pushed away from my computer, uncomfortably full, like I’d been at an all-you-can-eat seafood buffet.
And this sweet, sensuous blog got swept away like a dinner mint with all the carnage of my techno binge. In its absence however, I realized its efficacy and necessity.
…this blog works for me.
I’m feeling sexier already.
I haven’t had any solo time at the cabin in a long time. And with each passing year I get a deeper understanding of this truth:
This Cancer crab needs shell time.
And with each passing year my man gets a deeper understanding of this truth:
I am so much sexier when I get it.
And this place is the ultimate shell.
Laughter bubbled from my throat as I skied out to the cabin at sunset with elk meat and a laptop in my backpack knowing I’d have three nights to bask in the light of the waxing moon glowing off the snow; three mornings to meditate with the artistry of the sunrise; and three days to ski, do yoga and write.
I got one photo before the battery on my phone started to die:
When I went to recharge, I realized I’d forgotten my phone charger which meant no texting, no phone calls, no e-mail, no painfully slow mobile hot spot internet connection.
And even more time for my reclamation.
What do you do to reclaim your sexy?