Nothing compares to your hands, nothing like the green-gold of your eyes. My body is filled with you for days and days. you are the mirror of the night. the violent flash of lightning. the dampness of the earth. The hollow of your armpits is my shelter. my fingers touch your blood. All my joy is to feel life spring from your flower-fountain that mine keeps to fill all the paths of my nerves which are yours.
I have been asked about this issue many times. Sometimes I answer privately with my thoughts, but I often avoid this issue because I know that people have strong and varied opinions about the subject. This post is my attempt to address living as Christ in the world. These words are not intended…
"I was always a very serious child. I remember being, like, 13 and the girls were like, “Felicity is going to kiss Ben on the school field". It’s amazing I had any friends! Because I remember saying “Well, that’s stupid. It’s too young to mean anything. He doesn’t love her, and that’s just a waste of time"
I’ve never been a big drinker, but what I do love is margaritas. I think it’s because they’re super fruity and sweet. As I’ve said before, I’m not a classy, shaken not stirred lady. So I was excited to see this peach version - a nice twist on the lemon version I usually drink. These would be great for a backyard BBQ - refreshing and fun!