Making Love

We don't talk about making love. Oh no, not in public.

We learn about it from the movies, from the television, from the magazines. Oh! That is how its supposed to look! Aha! That is what I am supposed to do. Yes. Now I know how to do it...

Since when did there arise a definition for "making love"? Who claimed rights to this expression? When did it become an act that someone could explain or teach, made for others to replicate?

When did it become a thing to do and not an experience to embrace?

I am blessed to be in a place surrounded by brilliant, beautiful, inspiring women. (Side note: there are brilliant, beautiful, inspiring men, too, but in this case I am reflecting on an experience with women). We had the opportunity, recently, to share a bit about our relationships with love.

Today, I felt it. (I even did it). Outright and personal. Public and proud.

My bare skin plunged in deep into a pool of ice cold liquid and my mind turned off and my senses turned on. I could not hear a thing beneath the depths of the transparent pond and if there ever was a time that I was alive it was now. The water hugged me, freely, and together we moved. Where I undulated, she pushed me and where I lay, she held me up. I was alone, as a human being. I was surrounded, as a vehicle of love.  I longed for it not to cease, as I danced beneath her surface- swimming forward and twirling around. I felt beautiful. I felt free. Every inch of me smiled, and as the last bits of air left my lungs, she carried me to above.

I gasped.

And exhaled deep.

The pool water dripped from my lashes.

And I opened my eyes to a new world.

And the sounds around me vibrated louder than ever.

A bird chirping on a tree branch, in search of a worm for her nestlings. A tiny lizard, scurrying atop some dry grass. The wind, tickling the palm trees.

I saw it. And it felt so good.

Nature does it all. day. long.- Recreation. Interaction. Exchange.

Nature is it.- Nectar. Flowers. Animals.

Love is alive everywhere; all around us.

Every moment, love is made.

Everywhere, they (we) are doing it.

It is in you, too. It is your very nature.

Turn off the television. Close the magazine.

Open up to your inner love.

Dive into a pool of water.

Awaken that which makes you feel it.

And then, make love.

As a bumble-bee to a flower. As a snowflake to the tip of your tongue.