Sunday, June 28, 2009

My favorite places in Denver for lunch and a nap




I love to have little picnics, outside, in the shade, on a warm day. I have my lunch and then I will lay down for a brief rest and gaze up at the blue Colorado sky.
When I take the time to relax like this a few times a week I find I have more energy and I am happier with my daily life. Nothing seems to get me down.....

Often, I take the simplest lunch I can, like a juicy, sweet honeycrisp apple with a few slices of nutty manchego cheese and salty prosciutto. I add a few tangy olives, a crisp cracker or two and an icy cold Pelligrino water. For dessert I will have tart, ruby red cherries that stain my lips and fingers or a bunch of sweet grapes. If I don't have too much work to do in the afternoon, I will enjoy a cool glass of rose wine, which I hide in a clean Starbucks cup.

I can't think of a more perfect lunch alfresco...and there is nowhere I'd rather be for the few minutes I find in my day for my break.

Thursday, June 25, 2009

I got caught in the rain today…

Not just any rain but a torrential downpour, a deluge. The black sky opened and flooded the streets. The air became very still and calm just before it happened. Seduced by the change, I was drawn outside for a walk amongst the roses in my yard. The scent was honeyed and pungent all at once. The earthiness of the damask and tea roses combined with the heady perfume of the pink and red floribunda modern varieties swirled around me, enticing foolish and industrious bees. All at once I heard a thunderous roar as the first drops began to fall.

Initially, the shock of the heavy rain against my body felt prickly…but the sensation melted, and as I relaxed into the feeling I began to enjoy the sensuality of the experience.

The raindrops were huge orbs of sweet water that felt like warmed bath water against my taut skin. They tasted briny and dusty on my tongue. I tilted my face toward the dark clouds and let the water wash over my closed eyelids and my lips and through my long hair.

The rain poured down over me, fast and furiously, drenching my clothes, gluing them to my every curve. Every inch of my body became visible, slathered in my linen dress. The energy of it all was exhilarating and refreshing.

As I stood there, perfectly still, under the shower of silky water…my thoughts ran back to you. I remembered your warmth and your touch as you lathered my body, washing my limbs and my hair. I remember the way it felt to be in your arms, slowly moving to the music of the city and I long to dance again…with you…in the rain.

Friday, June 19, 2009

My life, as it is in Denver

A man recently told me that maybe Paris isn't good enough for me and maybe I should think about what I have had already in my life...maybe I should write about that...I have had a brilliant life, enough stories to to entertain for a while. I have lived fully and I have much to tell.
Maybe, I will take his advice and revisit the life I have had here in Denver..and...I will tell secrets I have never told.

Comment c'est que je peux tomber dans l'amour dans quelques jours ? Où est ma tête? C'est irrationnel, délicieux, et dangereux pour mon coeur. Mais ici je suis, désarmé et impuissant. Je suis sous le contrôle de quelque chose plus grand que ma propre volonté. Je suis changé et je ne serai jamais le même. Et J'ai félicité...

¿Cómo es que puedo enamorarme en unos pocos días? ¿ Dónde está la cabeza? Es irracional, delicioso, y peligroso para el corazón. Pero aquí soy, indefenso e impotente. Estoy bajo el control de algo más que mi propio hago. Soy cambiado y yo nunca seré lo mismo. Y soy feliz....

How is it that I can fall in love in a few days? Where is my head? It is irrational, delicious, and dangerous for my heart. But here I am, defenseless and helpless. I am under the control of something greater than my own will. I am changed and I will never be the same. And I am blissful....

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Sultans of Swing...for you

How is it that one man can so profoundly change my life in a matter of four days? As I write this I feel tears in my eyes…tears of bliss, of fatigue, of desire, of longing…I feel aching in my heart.

I am lost in a strange agony…I am exhausted but yet, I cannot sleep. I am famished and I cannot eat. Wine does not quench my thirst. My mind is swirling with thoughts and memories and I cannot focus on anything. I only wish to close my eyes and remember his, the way he looked at me….I will never forget the deepness of the way he looked into my eyes and my soul.

He changed me and he changed my life in the minutes we were together and I know I will never be the same. I will never recover. I fear that he was the first man I have ever known that is completely for me. He read my secrets and saw things in me that only he has seen. He was a stranger to me but I trusted him in ways I have never trusted a man before and will never again. His passion, his control; he led me in dance and for the first time in my life I learned to follow. I learned what it is to melt into someone else and just be free in the moment with the music.

The sound of his voice is haunting my thoughts sending a chill down my spine. My body craves his body. My lips crave his lips, his soft breath on my cheek. My ears wish to hear the sound of his beautiful voice. My eyes, my eyes desire to soak in his every move, his devious smile, his anger, his bliss, and his distant gaze. He left his shirt and it smells like him...intoxicating...

I would sell my soul to have one more day...lying next to him…listening to Sultans of Swing...in his arms.

Sultans of Swing lyrics:

You get a shiver in the dark
Its been raining in the park but meantime
South of the river you stop and you hold everything
A band is blowing dixie double four time
You feel all right when you hear that music ring

You step inside but you dont see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
Too much competition too many other places
But not too many horns can make that sound
Way on downsouth way on downsouth london town

You check out guitar george he knows all the chords
Mind hes strictly rhythm he doesnt want to make it cry or sing
And an old guitar is all he can afford
When he gets up under the lights to play his thing

And harry doesnt mind if he doesnt make the scene
Hes got a daytime job hes doing alright
He can play honky tonk just like anything
Saving it up for friday night
With the sultans with the sultans of swing

And a crowd of young boys theyre fooling around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
They dont give a damn about any trumpet playing band
It aint what they call rock and roll
And the sultans played creole

And then the man he steps right up to the microphone
And says at last just as the time bell rings
thank you goodnight now its time to go home
And he makes it fast with one more thing
we are the sultans of swing

(and then, one of the most beautiful guitar solos of all time....)