Curiosity is my birthright. I am curious, color spectrum; not just yellow. In my teens and twenties I was trying to understand the mechanics. In the thirties it was about energy containment. Later it became an understanding of the creative spiritual nature of sex and communion.
Here I am standing a degree or two away from where I started. I have loved. I have lusted. I have been bone hungry. I have been on sabbatical from the noise of contention.
One thing I do know is that I need to explore. I need to listen (still working on that one) and remind myself that love, communication and sex are all on a continuum.
There is a charge point that is transcendent. You don't need a partner to get there but it is nice not to travel alone. Then again going it alone lets you decide what you want, need and there isn’t anyone around to say no.
Go with the perks.
In the meantime, I open up to the next plane which I am finding is the most challenging; to operate on the innate love within and connecting to, well, whatever you want to call it.
Some folks say resonance, others Spirit and still others don’t have a name for it; it just makes them feel good. This is very hard when people are pumping fear or hate all over the joint.
I go in search of finding the love within.
I place the gift of curiosity inside of the imaginary box.