Envision the life that I want

Little tea party of one, here, and that’s just fine; the ice clinks in my glass as I sit back in the treehouse after a bike ride. If I had a special party tonight, your dear Rat would pick, alongside you, my kindred

Elbert Hubbard (for epigrams, charm, wit and chutzpah)
Alice Moore Hubbard (chutzpah, pioneering suffragism, and perseverance for true love)
D.H. Lawrence (über Virgo, knew how to channel his hangups better’n anyone)
Georgia O’Keefe (I envision a small isolated place to paint in New Mexico, too)
Virginia Woolf (please, let us have her read aloud and be happy with kindred)
Vita Sackville-West (she will enjoy the secret garden, in green and white, just for her, plus I want to hear her say ‘Sissinghurst’ after she’s had a bellini or three)
Francis Bacon (who else would live on champagne?)
Roy “Doc” Halladay (he’s staying! ‘nough said!)

We could all meander about the garden and eat margherita pizza, our faces flushed with the lingering heat of the day. Vita may snip fresh basil and thyme to sprinkle over our slices. We’ll play ridiculous-to-sublime games involving wordplay and fawn over the pink boy. I’ll bet Francis could make a pretty amazing pitcher of bellinis; I have the fresh peaches. I shall lean upon you and you shall tell me what songs my heart is singing. Doc! Horseshoes! Over here!

It’s simply Mistress and me, and seclusion and time. A simple daily life of purpose, as any would have, separate and joined, but with unlimited, frequent, ongoing opportunities to explore this darkness, to act on this love. Days of hard work and joy, punctuated by unbridled outbursts of lust, expression of that heat, because there is no other choice but to give in to it. And of course, characterized by Her ownership, my submission and devotion.

its just getting myself there where I want to be.

The Algonquin Round Table.

Although i envision a gathering of kindred in a more open environment, while retaining the basic (mostly) round configuration.

where a shared dream becomes a shared reality.

but for a friend who is away from U/us for now. This song, this minute, reminds Me of him. May you wake into your life, dear one, the one of your making. May it be childlike and exuberant, epic and full of light.

and i’m not sure why. Perhaps it’s because that attaining the life i want means abandoning the life i have. Because the more i think about it, the more i realize that the life i have is less fulfilling than the life i envision. It’s not that my life is empty. It’s that the life i envision is so much richer.

i envision my time spent in the company of good friends…days exchanging ideas, conversations late into the night, or the comfort of just being with kindred…an environment filled alternately with music or with the silence that rides upon the wind…passion up close and personal… a life with both order and spontaneity instead of clutter and rigid agenda.

i envision a life of few possessions and a universe of opportunity. i envision a life of open roads and cozy culs-de-sac rather than freeways and dead ends.

positive and strong is going to be part of it. That includes having around me people who are positive and strong.

rising playfully from depths to bubble up and out, lighter than air, to share with a beloved or a stranger. This will be abundant in the life I create.

without restraint or apology, must be a driving force in the life I create.

I will accept nothing less, for Myself, or Mine.