The Phone Courtesan


June
June 4, 2015, 7:09 am
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June is here. Half of our year has come and is going…

June, when all the seedlings you expect to see come to life are all carefully plotted and planted, and you are lovingly tending to them, watching as they grow, stretch and begin to give to you. The truest vision of the fruits of your labor.

You do realize that as you masturbate you are lovingly tending to yourself. Learning about you, relaxing yourself, and nourishing yourself.

Allow the month of June to reclaim your sexual self, and feed it. Nourish it. Embrace it.

Winter is done. And the colder weather is mostly over. Summer is a glorious time of blooming.



Making Things Grow
May 25, 2008, 7:30 pm
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The month of May.

I love gardening.

The flowers are blooming, the garden beds need to be prepared, the springtime smells, lawns mowed, the rainy days, the warm sunshine to bask in . . . and the earth is renewed.

I have immersed myself in my garden these last few weeks. I have vegetables – five kinds of lettuce, radishes, peppers, pumpkins, tomatillos, tons of tomatoes – tumblers – red and yellow, patio and grape, green beans and sugar snap peas. I have fruits – the blueberries bushes and raspberries I planted last year, all have berries on them! Alas, my apple tree I am afraid may have been stalled this year from our last surprise freeze. I do so enjoy the smells and flavors from my herb garden. I have lavender, fennel, dill, chives, garlic, basil, rosemary, lemon and plain thyme, cilantro and parsley.

Everything planted requires a combination of ingredients to grow well. The rich dark soil is full of nutrients, top soils, compost and fertilizers. The water, or best yet, the rain. Shade and sunshine. And of course, constant care and tending.

Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
With silver bells and cockle shells,
And pretty maids all in a row.

This is one version that did keep running through my head as I worked the earth. However, we all know that many nursery rhymes come to us with their own sometimes strange and sadistic backgrounds of history. I assure you I do not picture myself as ‘Bloody Mary’ – unless of course you beg for that. : )

Instead, I fancy that you are the owner of the seed. You all ready have the kind of seed picked out, and it just needs to be planted in my soil. I am where you can bury your roots. I will nurture, guide, protect and care for that seeds development. All seeds grow at their own pace. I will help you ground your roots securely. I will help you to stretch and grow, upward and outward.

I will make you ache to be picked.

Making things grow . . . I do love gardening.