MissM is so wonderful. Her smiles give me warm fuzzies. (Did you ever read the book about warm fuzzies and cold pricklies? It was a way for children to visualize feelings and good/bad energy, I think. I barely remember it. The groovy orange illustrations are hazy in my childhood memory.)
Seeing M happy makes me happy.
And sensually…she is amazing. I call her a sexual artist. In her hands, my body becomes an instrument. Her touch releases songs deep inside me…ageless rhythms that bypass consciousness.
She is open to different opinions, but uncompromising when it comes to ethics. “Because that’s the way the world works” is simply not acceptable to her. All people in all situations should be accountable for their actions. Whether that is as a consumer choosing to not buy products made with recycled materials, or a CEO choosing profits over the planet.
You always have a choice to do the right thing. Sometimes it’s nice to be reminded of that. You always have a choice. Even if it means not making as much money.
And when I lie in bed, cuddling with my baby, it’s hard to imagine anything being more valuable than that.