In which we contemplate lust
Oh, dear, are you blushing already? Never fear, this blog stands firmly at PG13. But we can certainly talk about lust in an intellectual vein, can't we? Of course we can. We're grown-ups and world-weary creatures of sophistication, so the most obvious forms of lust are entirely familiar to us. But the fourth definition of lust is simply "ardent enthusiasm". So I am curious to know, what stirs your lusts? Do you have a lust to create? To share your passions with others? To connect? To work? To exert yourself? By its many definitions, lust is ACTIVE. It engages us, all of us, every sense of every organ and all the cells between. It stirs us up and demands we get off the couch and do. It's the call of the wild, beating in our blood like a tom-tom, and it's the sound of our own heartbeat if we listen closely enough. Lust is how you know you're alive, because the minute that animal enthusiasm flags, the moment that primitive tribal beat goes silent, we die a little. One cannot be blase and truly live. So what fires up your senses and whispers a reminder in your ear that you LIVE?
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It amazes me that women
It amazes me that women cannot, even in this day and age, admit they lust after men's bodies. It is irritating that we can't admit to feeling visually stimulated or that we think about sex. I don't lust after books, I enjoy them. I don't lust after friends, I enjoy them. I lust after beautiful men who seem to enjoy the skin they are in, and no, I would not mind to see them naked so I could lust after them.
I am in Lust with fall - not
I am in Lust with fall - not just fall but cool weather, the smell of leaves and decay, the strange but beautiful skies of autumn. I harvested my pumpkins and gourds last weekend to create my fall display and gathered the corn stalks from my corn fields filled with Bloody Butcher corn (yes, the kernels are a dark red color) and hay bales from my son-in-law's farm. Is there anything more satisfying than reaping the bounty of your own gardens?At the end of the day (why are weekend's so short?), I build a fire outside in the Druid's Circle and relax with a good book and a glass of wine. Oftentimes, the book is forgotten as I enjoy the fire and the quiet of my land. As dusk falls and the smell of wood smoke and cold fill the air, I am content.
Haven't commented in a very
Haven't commented in a very long while but couldn't resist this question. If I lust after anything (other then Tony Stewart but that's not so PG) it is to create things with my hands that are lovely and for the time to do them. I lust to have the time to stitch or knit to my hearts content. To watch the silk or cotton threads become letters or pictures on linen when I stitch. Or to see a skein of yarn become something as mundane as a pair of mittens or as fantastic as a sweater I can wear and enjoy. And I've found I am ardently enthusiastic about sharing how to do those things with others, people of any age. And then there are books. Being caught up in a great story, transported to another place or time keeps me returning to the pages of books time and time again. Plus, I love the smell of books and going to my favorite used bookstore and smelling all those books, well then I know I'm alive and that all is well with the world.
Deanna, this has to do with
Deanna, this has to do with your sin postings. Wired.com has mapped the 7 deadly sins: http://www.wired.com/culture/education/magazine/17-09/st_sinmaps
My three main lusts have to
My three main lusts have to be people, good literature and shoes. This may sound very odd, but I've always thought I sort of collect people--weird, wonderful, and charmingly crazy people that become my frimly (friends who become the family). I have gone from one experience to another and seem to have picked up some amazing people. Keeping up with them is one of my grand passions. 'Good literature' is my lust for discovering new authors and free-falling into a good story. But it also applies to experiences in my life that make up my own story. I positively lust for fleshing out my story with experiences and I love when something happens to me that has all the signs of a good author! =) I also lust for moments when you discover literature in everyday life, in a brief moment that captures your imagination (whether on public transport or grabbing a coffee). And shoes...do I really have to explain? Beautiful, whimisical, fierce, desperately unpractical and borderline fantasy. Now if only I had the lifestyle to match the shoes!
Time! Time without that
Time! Time without that monkey of guilt invading your space with a list of things that you should do, or places you must be.
Like Jennifer, I'm envious of
Like Jennifer, I'm envious of Lyn's whale watching! I have book lust, too, but mine is for cookbooks. I've rarely come across one that doesn't have at least one recipe that I absolutely have to try. There are a couple sitting on my amazon wish list right now, and I'm trying to control the urge to just BUY them! Of course, it's not just the cookbooks, it's the cooking that follows. I love to spend time in the kitchen. It's no chore to chop and slice, to saute and stir. This may sound crazy, but it's true: my husband recently retired and has discovered his own love of cooking. It's nice to come home and find that he has cooked dinner, but at the same time, I'm envious of the time that he's spent in the kitchen. I should be grateful, and I should stop playing Food Network judge, and just enjoy.
Beautiful things. So, I spend
Beautiful things. So, I spend a lot of passionate energy making things beautiful. I'm a lawyer by trade, but I do flowers for weddings, spending massive amounts of time and energy to create beauty therein. I decorate my home with beautiful things I see and lust after, and finally "must have," even if I have to wait years to be able to afford them. I have a farm with my fiance and we are in early stages of turning it from neglected, overgrown land into beautiful pasture, beautiful gardens, beautiful orchards, and gently tended hardwood stands and wetland areas. For the house that we built, I spent untold hours deliberating on every material, color, fixture, and modifying the building plans, all for the sake of beauty. :)
Fall does. I love the crisp
Fall does. I love the crisp air. Fall is my favorite time of the year, and the only time you will find me outdoors willingly. The rest of the year I am strictly an indoor kitty.
I'd never thought of lust
I'd never thought of lust without thinking of sexual lust, but by definition, here and elsewhere, you can lust after a lot more than the sexual realm. This is very PG, but in the sexual lust area, I want, more and more, a man to spend my life with. Brief bouts of lust at a particularly hot episode of True Blood, while entertaining, are not replacements for the soul crushing lust I feel for meeting "him." Of course I find books, shows, movies, etc. sexy and admit to a certain amount of lust in that regard, but I think what I really lust for is the man who is so in love with the woman in the story and how you see his love for her and it can leave me with a pounding heart and a fear that no one will feel that way about me. I'm in my twenties, there is time yet, but still. So, I lust after it. The companionship, certainly the passion, but the notion that someone loves me so much he wants to be with me the rest of our lives.
Lyn. If I had had that
Lyn. If I had had that experience, I would be lusting for whale-watching, too. Instead, I am filled with envy, and awe. What a spectacular experience! I lust for books, especially beautifully bound old ones. Getting a first edition for myself or for my Dad is an exhilarating adventure. There's something about an elusive book that has been around a long time. When you touch it, you're connecting to all the people who have held that particular gem, and when you read it, you connect with all the other people in the world who have shared that same journey. I just finished the long-awaited Diana Gabaldon book, An Echo in the Bone, and buying that book was just thrilling. I waited years for that book, put the release date on my calendar as soon as it was announced, counted down the days, and did a happy dance when I woke last Tuesday. Super Book Lust. Aaahh.
Had an example this weekend.
Had an example this weekend. Hubby and I were on an "away weekend" and happened in our adventures to come across whales migrating. And happened to have binoculars in the car. So we watched...and watched...and were able to follow a mother and calf along the coastline in our car for over an hour. And see others breaching, flipper slapping, and tail slapping. So we went back again the next day and saw more. I was mesmerized...and lustful. We met a volunteer whale counter and I am ready to pay vast sums to move to the location for the opportunity to volunteer to watch (thus justifying it and making it work rather than pure pleasure). If my poor husband hadn't been making lunch noises I'd be out there yet...watching. So I've discovered an ardent enthusiasm for whale watching. I classify it with lust because it is nearly sinful how much pleasure I derived from the pursuit. Utterly alive and appreciative.