Someone wrote me and asked if I believe in love at first sight.

I believe in love at first sight more than I believe in anything.

A lot of people will not agree with me.

That is ok…

Love at first sight has a different meaning to me than I think it does to most.

I think when we first look into the eyes of that person who moves us in such a way…

As if they are a conductor and your body and heart the symphony…as soon as you connect, everything in you begins to play a silent melody…and that person knows the score…every little note, by heart.

When that happens, that is Divinity on earth.

That is an uncensored, first acknowledgment of another person’s soul. Free from your fears- happens so fast that you are not able to weigh the feeling down with your habitual projections and judgments.

It is the one time that true love leaps from your essence like a bolt…so strong…so laser beamed…that no human condition can attach itself to it.

It is stunning. It is magical.

It is not of this world.

That is love. Where there is no attachment; just a simple acknowledgment of the beauty of another’s essence.

It isn’t lust. It isn’t physical.

It is Divinity blowing you a kiss in that moment.

Where it gets screwed up is as soon as we return to our body/ego we start the judgment filter. The neediness. The projections. The human way of connecting with people.

So, when someone says, “Love” at first sight. I truly think, “LOVE”.  Not what society says love is.

Love, being fully present in one single moment…the Godliness in you vibrating to that other person, “I recognize the Godliness in you, too.”

What could be more beautiful than that?

Unfortunately, cynicism is the blocker of such magic.

Many will never experience it. What a shame.

Many, who are used to connecting on a casual level, will only experience the lustful version of this.

They won’t allow their hearts to be that open…

I believe each one of us has our own little built in Cupid. It is meant to be light- a reminder of the beauty within us all.

It is meant to remind is to lighten up…let love in…appreciate it like a masterpiece painting before us.

Most of us will never go to a gallery or museum and lay eyes on a masterpiece and then take it home.

No…but if you truly appreciate art, you will sit in that moment and bask in its perfection. You will take a mental picture. You will acknowledge its uniqueness. You will leave feeling you have just had the honor to witness something great…

Same with love at first sight.

Have I lost my mind? Maybe.

365 day challenge to write.

 Every day… no matter what.

I think it comes at the perfect time in my life.

Right when I thought I was figuring out some things, I find I have nothing figured out… at all.

I love that about the process of life.

Like pulling a thread that starts to unravel a sweater…you sit with a giant thread ball in your hands that used to be that sweater, and right when you think that is it…abracadabra! There is a new sweater in your hands with a piece of thread hanging down…the Universe knows that human nature is to pull on that piece of thread…even when you know it will start the unraveling.

That is how I see each phase and lesson placed in my hands…like a favorite sweater I just know is eventually going to unravel one day.

I used to fight that.

Not anymore. I welcome it. Once I realized that there would always be a new sweater to replace the old one:). That it was inevitable; the path that I have chosen. Not to sit still and just be, but to constantly move towards a better version of me. No matter how many mistakes I make in the process.

So tell me…what is the “favorite sweater” you have in your hands right now? The one that you have begun to pull the thread as you watch it come undone?

Right now, mine is my beliefs about romantic love. More so, my beliefs and understanding of the dynamics of how a man is made and a woman is made in relation to romantic love.

My story about it…my habitual ways of thinking and expectations… the unhealthy things that for lack of better words, get me off. Because they confirm the original belief I am holding on to. A belief that most likely blocks my progress or changing what I am creating…even when what I am creating brings me no fulfillment at all.

The type of man I am attracted to. The type of man I am not attracted to,  and why?

That is the “sweater” in my hands right now.

Would love to hear about yours…

The TEN things I love on this Friday, day 12 of my 30 day challenge to write!

1. That this morning I held a baby who made my heart smile…and, then an hour later, I held a puppy that made my heart smile…by the time I went to my next meeting I wanted to hold an adult and make them smile.

2. My friends and my family. Every morning the moment my eyes open, before I get out of bed I say “thank you”. I think of each person in my life…see their face in my mind…and say, “thank you”. It is my little ritual that starts every one of my days reminding me how blessed I really am.

3. Dancing…I could dance ALL night long.

4. My good friend Mag’s made me 2 mix CD’s this week! Just makes me giddy.

5. Looking up and catching a man’s eyes that  takes your breath away…but… never showing it;).

6. Hearing from all my readers. It always makes me happy and feel grateful for what I do and the gift of connection.

7. When someone is kind hearted.

8. Romance in all its mysterious forms.

9. Working out…the satisfaction in the burn…and, of course, the results.

10. How I was just thinking this week that I miss hearing the birds sing in my new place…and, yesterday I am in my bedroom making up the bed…I look up and there is a Blue Jay sitting on the railing of my balcony…23 floors up! Like he came to say , “Hey there…we miss you too!”;)

 Happy Friday!!

The TEN things I LOVE on this FRIDAY!

1. It is National Doughnut Day!! Need I say more??

2. 18 yr old single malt scotch. It is like drinking a man… Man in a glass Complex…yet, so simple.

3. Open doors…

4. Being a woman. Men don’t know what they are missing.

5. The moment you know you have genuinely helped another person…it reminds me of why we are all here in the first place.

6. Still getting carded…all the time.

7. Dogs. Angels on earth.

8. Pulling out old photos…listening to old music…watching old movies…honoring a time much different than what we are in now…

9. Romancing myself:) I make it an art form. 

10. Being out in the sun…feeling so disgustingly gross…then, taking a long shower…feeling so delightfully clean…then, having an ice cold beer!

Happy Friday!

The TEN things I LOVE on this FRIDAY!

1. The sound an “on the rocks” drink makes…

2. That my 4 year old nephew still demands to hear Coldplay before he goes to sleep at night…

3. As cheesy as it sounds, hearing “Don’t wanna miss a thing” this week and smiling because in my 30’s,  I feel that way about life…not a man.

4. The Mahi burgers from Taco Loco in Laguna Beach, CA – Oh, how I miss them…

5. A full tank of gas, clean sheets, a just washed car…new beginnings.

6. That when my Mom and I were going back and forth in a conversation yesterday, my nephew looked at my Mom and said, “Mimi, Aunt Amy is right. Now, stop talking.” I have never laughed so hard in my life…

7. Dancing around my living room…:)

8. Having one of my friend’s say my back side is “ba- dunka- dunk” and that I actually took the time to go to the Urban dictionary to see what it means…

9. Hearing from my readers…

10.  Steak and frites and that soon it will be Rose’ time again…oui, oui.

HAPPY FRIDAY!!

The TEN things I LOVE on this FRIDAY!

1. How I got behind a giant, jacked up truck this week- only to see a fake pair of balls hanging from the dude’s trailer hitch. I don’t know if you have ever seen that before? But, even though traffic was bad and I was stuck behind him for what seemed like an eternity? Every time those babies swung back and forth, I cracked up…very much needed that.

2. Sitting on the glass at a hockey game- no other way to watch it than that.

3. Watching snow fall while lying in my warm bed. A very peaceful feeling…

4. My friends, I love my friends this Friday- thankful to have such inspiring and giving people in my life.

5. Men… I love men. I have such a support system around me of men that love me, encourage me, protect me…and I totally believe it is for that fact alone. That I love them, for all the differences and brilliance.

6. I love what I do. I love hearing from the people who take the time to read my thoughts…everyday I am humbled in the outreach and connections that I make. I love the written word- Love it like a LOVERJ

7. Living downtown…I love feeling the pulse of a city.

8. Soul connections. Those rare times in life when I lay eyes on a person and something very deep inside just knows…this is a person who is going to move me…something very deep just knows in that one moment, there is no turning back- those people who stir your soul and help you discover that pain and beauty can be felt in the exact same moment- and so you learn that like a two sided coin, they really are one in the same. Those people that forever alter how you were living life and what you believed in before they crossed your path…I love those people.

9. The scent of my skin when I get out of the shower…so I guess I love my soapJ

10.  Romance- today I love and celebrate romance in my life.

HAPPY FRIDAY!

Watch my interview with ‘Neon and Waltzes’ creator and producer, Kristopher David Irizarry-Hoeksema…

In it, I talk about what it is like to blog about relationships and sex in the South.

As well as discuss my book, Aphro-ME-siac: A girl’s guide to the ultimate aphrodisiac…

http://blip.tv/file/2513856/ (click on this link)

PHOTO CREDIT: Taken for SHERI ONEAL PHOTOGRAPHY - http://www.sherioneal.com

(It’s just like a bathing suit people…:)lol)

Romantic love-

The sneaky thief of everyday moments- where minutes fly by- and you realize you have wasted a half hour thinking about someone’s lips…or how they might kiss…or how exactly you want to kiss them.

Romantic love is like LSD.

And we are addicted -

Hollywood is our dealer on speed dial.

I am very much in touch with myself on my own addiction that leads to delusions…(no pun).

I love those first moments-

GOD how I love them.

I am a person who feels very strongly- my senses are acute.

I used to think this was a curse- for the more you feel? Well… the more you feel.

So if it is hurt- it is felt to the bone.

If it is passion? I can feel it so intensely- I taste it…

I think that is why I have never done drugs- why would I need to?

I have been this sensitive from my first breath.

I have been told it makes me a good lover…relative of course.

But I have an innate ability of feeling my own pleasure while intuitively reading the next step for what will bring my lover the same.

But then what?

Romantic love.

It is a beautiful, sensual, carnal thing.

And a gift- but like “new car smell”-

We become accustom to it quickly.

Love is like a soup.

Everything has to be proportional- the spices, elements, pot it is cooked in- heat-watched over- stirred- left to rest and alchemize- tasted- added too-

What is the soup if you just hold spices in your hand?

That spice is just as important as the pot it is simmering in…

What is the soup if you have the stock and the vegetables but no spice?

Every ingredient is dependent upon the other to have a successful outcome.

But I suppose the most important element of making a soup?

The pot to contain and cook it in.

The foundation.

Same with love.

I once attempted to build a dog house when I was a little girl…

Yes, I went through a very tom boy-want to build things with my hands stage.

I went into my Papa’s garage- he had all kinds of tools, nails, screws and wood.

I can still smell it now- and still smell him- his aftershave and scotch and cigar in hand.

He loved life…and loved me.

I worked and worked on that little dog house- never could get it right.

I was frustrated at its lack of stability. Wobbly and unpredictable- as if at any moment it was going to come apart no matter how many nails…

Papa came out and smiled- he was so proud of my efforts- how I would not give up.

He kneeled down next to me and put his hand on my shoulder and said “Honey, you did so good- I am proud of you for doing this all by yourself!”-

Then he pointed and said- “The one thing you forgot is the most important element to something lasting for a long, long time…you forgot a foundation.”

We sat as he took it apart, nail by nail. Helped me build a foundation and finish it.

No more wobble.

Foundation is what we are missing these days.

When it comes to my heart-

I go back to being that 7 year old girl that builds and is so focused and in love with what I am creating that I don’t stop…

Only to find it is wobbly and unpredictable.

Then I remember my Papa’s words…Foundation makes things last.

Romantic love is like the butter to popcorn…

The M series to the BMW…

The truffle added to a sauce.

It makes it BETTER.

More beautiful-

More powerful-

More tasty.

But first comes foundation…

Then comes romance…

Then comes something that just might last.