Feel alive

quick thoughts…to help you get in the mood for love…

Great sex – great physical love – makes us feel alive. It is our soul’s current dwelling in a body that, in fact, makes us ALIVE.  Really see your Beloved tonight. See them and remember how precious these days are together. Breathing. Touching. Moving.

Don’t waste it. See your Beloved with fresh eyes of hungry, vibrant gratitude.

-N

Tyler Knott Poem - Love and Making It

 

 

 

Open to me

I was asleep but my heart was awake.
A voice! My beloved was knocking:
‘Open to me, my love, my darling,
My dove, my perfect one!
For my head is drenched with dew,
My locks with the damp of the night.’
“I have taken off my dress,
How can I put it on again?
I have washed my feet,
How can I dirty them again?
“My beloved extended his hand through the opening,
And my feelings were aroused for him.
“I arose to open to my beloved;
And my hands dripped with myrrh,
And my fingers with liquid myrrh,
On the handles of the bolt.
“I opened to my beloved,
But my beloved had turned away and had gone!

-Song of Songs, Chapter 5 verses 2-6

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I was sleepwalking through my days and nights, but somewhere buried inside … my heart was awake. I wanted to feel alive, but mostly I just felt tired.  My heart was beating inside my chest, but my limbs and eyes could barely feel it. Life is just draining, isn’t it?

I got all ready for bed. The kids’ teeth were brushed, pajamas on, homework checked, clothes set out for tomorrow, lunches planned, and after 3 trips back into their room with forgotten stuffed animals, glasses of water, and extra hugs, I finally started winding my own self down for the night. I took a quick shower and put on my toner, serum, eye-cream and nighttime moisturizer.  I plucked a few stray hairs from some, places…There’s coconut oil on my feet inside cotton socks. My hair is braided in the hopes that the Pin I saw about beachy waves is true. Finally, I lay down with a book to relax – just for a few minutes before my eyes cross and I do that thing where I read the same paragraph 3 times without knowing what I read.

Then, my husband comes in with that look in his eye.

He bumps me, unnecessarily, and asks,

“How Are you?”

He, too, wants to relax. His version of relaxing is sometimes different than mine.

I hesitate.  How am I?

Me: “I’m fine. How are you?” 

Him: “Good. I’m good”

{He stays very still, keeping eye contact}

Him: …. “Are you tired?”

{I reply, honestly, but also knowing what he’s getting at and not sure I’m up to it}

Me: “Well, yes.”

Him: “oh, ok.”

{He leaves the room, slowly}

I sit, thinking. I love him. I wish I felt more awake… more alive. I wish I felt passion or desire or any kind of freakin energy so I could go and love him… actively. Instead I sit and feel the push and pull of wanting and not wanting to have sex tonight. I know it’s a good idea. I know he loves me and wants me to open up to him. I’m just so… tired. And ready for bed. I am ready for bed. Do I really need to get all messed up and start over. That’s a lot of special nighttime product I already put on.

Finally, I decide to go out and see him. I stand next to him as he sits on the computer. I lean against him, my stomach and chest pressing into him. He doesn’t look up.

We share a few words but they don’t connect.  We lost each other, for tonight.

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So many men and women will live this story tonight?  Will I choose it again?  Or will tonight be the night that when he knocks, I open the door? Will tonight be the night that I am already covered in “myrrh” and ready to be open to him in body and spirit – when he first reaches for me rather than as a afterthought when the rejection has already taken hold of his heart and he is gone?

What will you do? 

open to me my love

Naked Whispering Gallery

St. Paul's Cathedral 61c

Designed by Sir Christopher Wren and built near 1700, St. Paul’s Cathedral in London is a glorious piece of history and architecture.  Even more than that, it has a famous architectural anomaly halfway up the majestic dome.

St Paul's Cathedral

Have you ever heard of a whispering gallery?

The first one ever discovered is still in St. Paul’s Cathedral.

If you climb the 257 stairs from the cathedral floor to the whispering gallery, you are met with a surprising intimacy even Sir Christopher Wren did not foresee.

The gallery is a complete circle with an intricate handrail and simple wall.

A Bedroom like a Whispering Galleries

 

If you place your cheek near the surface of the wall and speak {even in a whisper}, your companions can hear you, clear and crisp – even clearer than if you were standing right next to each other – no matter how far away they are down the wall.  You can stand on opposite sides of the gallery, place your ears to the wall and whisper back and forth as if you were in bed together {but keep it clean, because there are usually lots of people around when you actually visit}.

…Which is why we are talking about whispering galleries today in our conversations about LOVE AND MAKING IT. What if we made our bedrooms into metaphorical whispering galleries?  Then you could whisper anything you wanted and your lover would hear you.

In the whispering gallery it does not matter how far apart you are, if you both agree to place your cheeks against the wall and face toward the path of the sound waves {letting the waves connect you} you WILL hear each other clearly even if you only speak in whispers.

If we set aside our bedrooms as whispering galleries, maybe the space and separateness that can creep in between two people who love each other can be made inconsequential. Maybe, if we agree to turn towards each other, just in this special space, we will be able to hear each other’s love and desire – clear and crisp.

Perhaps the bedroom is too big a space. What if we narrow it down to just your bed?

Your bed is your whispering gallery and it works best if you are naked.

Even when bills, schedules, forgotten lunches, dirty socks, cereal chewing noises, Netflix addictions, wet towels, 3am feedings, bad days, ill-timed jokes, and wrong turns all try to get between you… In your whispering gallery, you can still hear LOVE and INTIMACY even if you have to whisper to get it out.

How do we do this? How do I make a naked whispering gallery?! I can hear the questions. I feel them in myself sometimes too. How?  The noise and space seem too immense to cross some nights. I’m too frustrated. Too tired. Too uncomfortable in my own skin.

Even Sir Christopher Wren didn’t KNOW he was building a Whispering Gallery. How do we do this on purpose?

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1. Start to see sex as more than just intercourse. Let your mind wander, meander, create, and want more than a few minutes of predictable movements. What if we thought of sex as full of possibilities – 1,000 ways to connect. Like a great football game or dance class, the details and surprises are the most fun parts.   {It’s not JUST the touchdowns that make a good football game.}

2. Start to see sex as more than just a healthy habit.  Sex is way more useful than brushing your teeth or doing squats.  Sex is as good for your health as those two things are, but it is also a spiritual practice that forces us to face down our issues. Sex is more like prayer – connection, honesty, growth, beauty, life. These are the things we can start to see in our sex lives, with some practice.  Sex matters because once we are married, it becomes an important part of our wholeness.

3. Start to see your bedroom as set-apart for a purpose. Just like anything: a writing space, a workout space, a space for quiet-time. Your bed needs to become off-limits to all those problems that sneak into your relationship. In bed, there are no bills, no laundry to do, no unforgiveness. Your bedroom is for “whispering” love & for learning to YADA each other better.

4. Start with an agreement to make your bedroom the place for connection.  Remember, In the whispering gallery it does not matter how far apart you are, if you both agree to place your cheeks against the wall and face toward each other, you WILL hear each other clearly even if you only speak in whispers.

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There’s so much more but we will have time. Everyday in October we will continue to talk about LOVE and MAKING IT… and I have some good things planned for our time together after that. Thanks for sticking with this – it’s a fun but hard topic. Talking about it helps me too, you know. We are in this together… this hope that we can be made whole and that sex is a big part of our wholeness once we fall in love.

Just Do It

This post is NOT for those who struggle in a relationship that is manipulative or abusive. This post is NOT meant to support the 1000’s of years of oppression women have endured as property or servants. It is meant as a reminder that in a healthy, mutual relationship… sometimes we need to be reminded to put on our gym shoes and get motivated.

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If you love your husband but just can’t find the motivation or desire to have sex or initiate sex, this is the most practical help I can give:

Just Do It

I know it’s not romantic. I know it’s not ideal.

We want passion and an irresistible magnetic pull towards the love of our lives, but we do not live in Outlander or Twilight or 50 Shades.  No one is writing our romance for us – in OUR lives. We have to do the work of making time to love our spouse with not just our minds but our bodies too.

Many of us spend all day basically in our heads. Our bodies serve to carry our brains around and not much else (except to eat Chipotle! Thank you, mouth!). I mean, we work hard but we do not move our bodies for pleasure or mastery of movement.

This causes a disconnect between our minds and our bodies in that we are not accustomed to a life that requires a conscious, practiced connection between body, mind, and soul.  We move minimally or with rough, uninspired, exhausted actions throughout long days.

Then, we come home and our husbands (usually, but sometimes it’s the other way around) want to make sweet love… and we are so disconnected from our body that it feels foreign, awkward, and… well, like a lot of work, to get up the energy to have sex.

BUT if they hang in there with us and push through the initial rejection (miracle!) then we kiss and kissing turns to sex… and most of the time, we are really, really glad we did have that sex.  We really love our spouse and making love to them is a good thing.

It’s a lot like going to the gym.

Sometimes you just have to do it. Get started. Put on your shoes.

You may not really feel like it, but you know it’s good for you and you’ll be happy you did it. So you start, and about 15 minutes in you find yourself enjoying it.  You feel strong and alive. Your muscles and your mind are working in unison. Then, after you are done, you are proud and you are glowing.

It’s okay to feel the same way about sex.

Sometimes you just have to do it. Get started. Put on your shoes {but this time it’s lingerie}.

You may not really feel like it, but you know it’s good for you and you’ll be happy you did it. So you start, and about 15 minutes in you find yourself enjoying it.  You feel strong and alive. Your muscles and your mind are working in unison. Then, after you are done, you are proud and you are glowing.

 

Just do it. 

Just Do IT - Love and Making It meets Nike :)(I did not make this pic, I just like it.)