I miss the snow, I grew up and was born in Alaska so where I am now just doesn't feel like Christmas. I miss a fire place and the crunching of the fresh snow under my feet. I suppose Christmas is something different to everyone. I think we all have this idea that what we feel about the holiday is what others feel. Tradition, family, giving, reminiscing, etc. but have we ever taken a moment to explore others true idea of what makes it feel so magical to them? Is anything ever perceived the same by two people? I think a lot about nature vs. nurture, one of my bitches and I were discussing this earlier today, is life just a constant battle to gain balance in a life that will always be swaying back and forth? Do we create imbalance to find the drive to seek balance for lack of something more stimulating to do, or distraction from the things we hate? Is there really ever balance at all? In that regard, do these questions mean anything at all? A question, a search for an answer, maybe there aren't ever any real answers. Every moment we are alive, everything is constantly changing. Our thoughts are progressing or regressing, our bodies are doing the same. The earth, our relationships, everything. Maybe sex, control, subordination, domination, passion, fear, embarrassment, maybe those are the only moments we get to feel like we have stopped the hustle and bustle of the world and our thoughts, all the conditioning, all the processes that consume the majority of our lives, and just be. Just BE. For half an hour, an hour, ten min. for fucks sake, to have clarity for that long is an amazing feeling isn't it? I am grateful this Christmas that I have found this wonderland of escape, this rabbit hole that we dive into together and you pathetic whores to be the yin to my yang. Merry Christmas, whatever that means to you.
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