The Gratitude Project: Day 19: Simple Pleasure
August 17th 2008 03:40
If I had to name my top three most pleasurable things in life, the things I simply couldn’t enjoy life without, I’d have to boil them down to sex, friendship (family included), and food. Not just mediocre sex, friendship, and food mind you. I am talking about exquisite, luscious, totally satisfying sex, friendship, and food. Give me that, as well as music, writing, stimulating conversation, film and creative arts and I am pretty much set. (This post is not about friendship or food.)
I love perfect moments of lust and love. Sex for me is one of those times when I can completely let go of myself and feel entirely whole, perfect, and beautiful, and close to whatever there is that is divine in this world. Perfection is that point of gratitude in the midst of really good, really intense, really mind-blowing sex with someone who I have realized has won his way into my heart and my soul. Great sex sends my spirit shooting heavenward, giddily, recklessly, and exploding in showers of sparkling light. Divine fireworks, making me shine from the inside out.
I have tasted the dizzying edge of passion. Passion was consuming. It was like drinking double shot of strong whiskey brewed by Uncle Hank; it burned my throat, warmed my stomach, numbed my mind, and sometimes blinded me too, but the sensation was short lived. I had to risk a hangover. I have experienced thrill.. It was exciting and heart pounding but I believe if presented with this daily, I don’t know how I would manage it on a daily basis (I think that I would try my damnedest)
For me, sex is an act of benediction, godliness, and imagination. Sex, though a completely human experience has a totally spiritual vibe. A friend of mine in seminary once said that "during sex , we become wholly God in both body and soul through grace and the divine brightness of the beatifying glory permeates the whole person. The divine erotic power, moves others and itself moves since it thirsts to be thirsted for longs to be longed for and loves to be loved."
I know there is something sacred about sex, but most folks don’t know what to do about it. What is expressed is usually mixed up with all kinds of fears and conditionings. We should not fool ourselves into thinking that getting rid of repressive forms means knowing how to express something pure. Sex is not a merely human experience but a spiritual experience. It is a fruit of the spirit a grace. It is a joy that comes to us from a place outside of ourselves, or from so deep inside that we cannot reach it at will.
Most of us are surprised by the joy of sex. It bursts upon us in moments of great happiness, in a world flooded with beauty in an ecstasy of love (if you are so lucky). We recognize it is a song of the soul a spontaneous responsibility of the human spirit when it is able to stop away beyond to confines of it’s own ego. I see sex as an essential mysterious of things. Sex has so many incarnations: the naughty dirty kind, the sweet lovey kind or even just the good old plain Jane comfort kind. I enjoy sweet, affectionate, heartfelt sex. That mixed with some excitant (wink) is perfection.
I realize that sex isn’t always fireworks, there is an ordinariness of sex. It is obedient to its own rhythms something never wholly under man’s control. Sexual passion strips away illusions and disguises while revealing her there identity. Erotic love is connected to a transcendent state. It is a natural and as astonishing and mysterious as fireflies. I don’t always want the rush of wildfire and then the scorched forest of cold ashes. Ii sometimes want a long, steady burn. Time to luxuriate in the glow. Time to build it high and steady and strong, time to thrill at every crackle, time to warm the skin. I appreciate time…time to savor each moment and to think of how much it feels like home.
Image by Sexyback through Flickr protected by a Creative Commons License
I love perfect moments of lust and love. Sex for me is one of those times when I can completely let go of myself and feel entirely whole, perfect, and beautiful, and close to whatever there is that is divine in this world. Perfection is that point of gratitude in the midst of really good, really intense, really mind-blowing sex with someone who I have realized has won his way into my heart and my soul. Great sex sends my spirit shooting heavenward, giddily, recklessly, and exploding in showers of sparkling light. Divine fireworks, making me shine from the inside out.
I have tasted the dizzying edge of passion. Passion was consuming. It was like drinking double shot of strong whiskey brewed by Uncle Hank; it burned my throat, warmed my stomach, numbed my mind, and sometimes blinded me too, but the sensation was short lived. I had to risk a hangover. I have experienced thrill.. It was exciting and heart pounding but I believe if presented with this daily, I don’t know how I would manage it on a daily basis (I think that I would try my damnedest)
For me, sex is an act of benediction, godliness, and imagination. Sex, though a completely human experience has a totally spiritual vibe. A friend of mine in seminary once said that "during sex , we become wholly God in both body and soul through grace and the divine brightness of the beatifying glory permeates the whole person. The divine erotic power, moves others and itself moves since it thirsts to be thirsted for longs to be longed for and loves to be loved."
I know there is something sacred about sex, but most folks don’t know what to do about it. What is expressed is usually mixed up with all kinds of fears and conditionings. We should not fool ourselves into thinking that getting rid of repressive forms means knowing how to express something pure. Sex is not a merely human experience but a spiritual experience. It is a fruit of the spirit a grace. It is a joy that comes to us from a place outside of ourselves, or from so deep inside that we cannot reach it at will.
Most of us are surprised by the joy of sex. It bursts upon us in moments of great happiness, in a world flooded with beauty in an ecstasy of love (if you are so lucky). We recognize it is a song of the soul a spontaneous responsibility of the human spirit when it is able to stop away beyond to confines of it’s own ego. I see sex as an essential mysterious of things. Sex has so many incarnations: the naughty dirty kind, the sweet lovey kind or even just the good old plain Jane comfort kind. I enjoy sweet, affectionate, heartfelt sex. That mixed with some excitant (wink) is perfection.
I realize that sex isn’t always fireworks, there is an ordinariness of sex. It is obedient to its own rhythms something never wholly under man’s control. Sexual passion strips away illusions and disguises while revealing her there identity. Erotic love is connected to a transcendent state. It is a natural and as astonishing and mysterious as fireflies. I don’t always want the rush of wildfire and then the scorched forest of cold ashes. Ii sometimes want a long, steady burn. Time to luxuriate in the glow. Time to build it high and steady and strong, time to thrill at every crackle, time to warm the skin. I appreciate time…time to savor each moment and to think of how much it feels like home.
Image by Sexyback through Flickr protected by a Creative Commons License
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Comment by Urban Panther
Too bad we put too many taboos on it. It's natural and it is deeply spiritual.
Comment by Miswanderlust
Killer Beats
Ramble On
Hipnotherapy
High five sister! Ain't middle aged freedom great! We are finally old enough to appreciate all of the incarnations of passion. Yeah US! So glad to see you!
Mis
Comment by Ash
Australian Traveller
Flashes of memories
oh I`m printing this out and giving it to my next partner to read... sunshine you don`t live up to this and you're out the door buddy!
That`s the other bummer of being in your 20`s... not only do you
notknow everything, but men are just so selfish ESPECIALLY when it comes to sex!Sigh... and then you find that one who makes you feel like everything you have said above....
and bugger me if you wake up and all that`s left are the crumpled sheets, the linger smell of his cologne and the sound of his wheels riding off into the sunrise!
You really are amazing me with your writing Mis, you write so poetically, not that you haven`t before, but suddenly there is something different about your tone.
I like it.
I like it alot!
Bring the sexy back fo' shoooooooorrrrrrrr!
Bubble baths and flickering candles to you!
Ash
Comment by Miswanderlust
Killer Beats
Ramble On
Hipnotherapy
Print it out honey you have to ask for want you want in bed. So many couples expect their partner to read their mind. So dumb!
This is true with many folks (men and women)
That`s the other bummer of being in your 20`s... not only do you not know everything, but men are just so selfish ESPECIALLY when it comes to sex!
Thank you so much for you kind words. Many of the posts in the Gratitude project series are condensed versions of essays that I am working on as a legacy for my son. Sounds cheesy but he asked me to put some of "MY history in a written form.
Mis