Happy New Year

HAPPY NEW YEARto all of you

who read me here

from Holland

to

New Mexico

and everywhere

that i don't know

GELUKKIG NIEUW JAAR

FELIZ ANO NUEVO

(don't mind my Spanish, i don't know if that's correct)

snow heart

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if every cell of us

contains our totallity

and we are mainly water

i look at a snowflake

and wonder if that's the one

of that moment

now frozen in time

where my grandpa

called me sientje

i his princess

he my king

bad girl

no, not me, the camera
do i get all my clothes off
guess what
the camera acts up
it was exhilarating though
as always
naked in the snow
soaring

Ahhh but this me...
i like to be bad too
who would have thought that
(you probably)
how this all and later this blog innocently started, spiritually really, loving oneself, being, in the moment.......
now see where it got me
i love to fall in love
have sex in odd places
talk dirty to you
just how i used to be
as a teenager yes
God forbid
i won't start drinking with the guys
i rather liked that too

run !

this Rio river

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this Rio river

i forgot it's nameit's called a river

but it's just water

flowing through all rock

deep and awesome rock

it's a peaceful creek
you think
but you don't see that it is thundering down just a few feet away you don't see that my life is about to change all i had about to evaporate the spray it does create

i am sculpted in the rock

bathing

bathing in cold water

when the sun is hot

When i bath like that i feel totally refreshed, but it's not that easy. The old self is still me. Yesterday the sun did come out in this cold land where i live. And last night i felt sad, since a long time. I realized i still hold on to my old fear, of the need to be looked after, that i cannot do it myself. I see other women who live either alone or with a partner, but they stand independently in a way.

I am the child, i love to laugh, i love to love, to play, to be the sun, i know i'm clean, as in totally Innocent,

you stand there on the other shore

you rub me dry and warm again

flushed

sunshine

sunshine on my body

laughter in the sky

the river giggling

oak trees

blessing me

it's us girls that are giggling, only here i 'm shy to say, that i love male company

all these men i meet

they're so incredibly sweet.

flushed

a fluttering butterfly

the path I'm on

you know

i know

i am all sex

that's all there is to it

I love to make love

i love to love

i love to be loved

and i know

there is many ways to love

and it's not all sex

but sex is a good one

you know it

and i do too

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Friday Flash 55.....

on the edge

living on the edgei look at me

there she is

what is it that i like the places that i like?

the sun baked rock

underneath bare feet

skipping stones

to reach the edge

no fear

inhabits me

when i am

who i am meant to be

me, me, me

As i have been away for six weeks, now back home, it's like starting over again.
So here i am!
I start with being me.
This photo shows me,
totally who i feel i am......
So whatever you or i were thinking before, this is it, blue skies and white rock inclusive.

uncovering

my body is startlingly dark

against the white world

now here at home

more than a month later

the white not the white mesa

i undress slowly

outside the window more snow is slowly falling

my body is surprisingly equally tanned

a few broad bands on my feet from sandals

two thin white lines on my belly

my breasts slightly whiter

I guess it was not a dream

even i

am not always in the position to undress. but, i had this 'vision' and wanted to add a photo to it.
I sometimes have these images appear in my mind. They seem to come out of the blue and are not something i have seen before, it is not a memory. It also is not a dream. It's a flash that i see when i am awake. I don't know if there is a terminology for it. I also don't know if everybody gets them, although i think most of us do. But what do you do with them, they don't seem to relate to anything. Or do they?

DESERT QUEEN

she stood naked

in soft light

not harsh as i imagine desert light to be

she

all calm and content

not caught or distressed as one would assume

there is a coil of barbed wire

around her legs

below the knees

barefooted in the yellow sand

and endless desert

flowing without horizon

she easily could step out

slender with beautiful hips

not as i see mine

over come

maybe this orgasm thing

is too much for me

so much emotions

i could not even start to tell

even if i wanted

maybe the ones who have orgasms

somehow stronger

or is it

that they know

how to be weak

.............

so much to say

My life is always so terribly orgasmic, i always have a thousand stories, one happening or one thought, it often feels like i could write a book about it.
(Erin thanks) I HAVE NO IDEA, and that's what i have said to my sexual partners, i just have no idea about this orgasm thing. I don't know where i need to go or not to go when i reach a plateau of excitement. I will relax or work it up some more all with the same result.

But there is hope! With my husband i always have a satisfactory sex life. Then, when my first love came onto the seen, our relationship actually improved. Then when myheartupsidedown appeared my sex life with Don greatly improved. So here comes in Hope, because when i met Bill:) i used to say, you have the total wrong impression of me, i know nothing about sex. Well with lover no 3 (myheartrightsideup) i cannot say that anymore. I feel i learned a thing or two. Sooooo i will also figure out this mysterious orgasm.
And my husband is a great partner in crime, he loves it all.
and :) lover no 3 from a distance (who is really my no.1 or actually 2, 'cause i am no. 1 for me.)
and you, thanks!

For the journaling
I am working my kegels. A question is, i seem to be holding my breath while doing them, i find it real hard to keep breathing while working those muscles. Is that normal? Will i learn to breath and squeeze at the same time?
I masturbated for an hour! Lonnie advices, an hour a day. As here is my thing, i never masturbated as a child, still i find it kind of boring . But yesterday i did it, and will do so again today. After the 3 minutes i looked at the clock ; my gosh do i have to do this for an hour. Then after the next 3 minutes i already reach excitement! wow! (i am so easily proud of myself.)So i very much enjoyed it for 20 min total. Then i kind of started drifting of to sleep (my way of dealing with stuff, i sleep) but i kept playing, i woke up again for the last 20 min and actually didn't want to stop, but i did, leaving some for today.
Now

update

Of course reading a book like this (For Yourself-Lonnie Barbach) always has an aspect that makes me think; well i am different. But the common factor, having troubles with orgasm: i am quite normal.
So today i read most of the day and did the exercises i came upon.
-She suggest a series of Kegel's , 3 times a day. I could those! wow. I do like to add though that a few years ago i started having trouble with incontinence, and back then i discovered i had lost most strength in my PC muscles., Which i have regained since, but still have to work on.

-I did talk to a girlfriend; she suggested to masturbate when i feel bad. ( i usually say; play with myself, but i am taking this serious:) Which i did! Not a day goes by, luckily, to feel bad of some kind, for a moment. When she suggested it, i did feel a slight panic; now you will have it i will feel good all day and don't have an opportunity to try it out. So i did try that out. and you know it was surprisingly pleasant. I would have never thought of that! (no orgasm though)

- I wrote my mom .(she didn't answer the phone)

-Then there is this thing that you have to say, no, to three things and yes to three others. This is hard for me, because i already pretty much do as i please, and do ask for things. Which is behind that exercises. I haven't figure this one out yet. I considered not bringing in wood, but i like bringing in wood. I did prepare dinner the way i like it and not the way my husband prefers it, but i already mostly do that anyway, because he is hard to please as it is, and for years i already know, that it is best to please me and often in the process it will please him. Which i do see as a bonus. So any suggestion here are welcome, do i have to look at it more subtle? Or do something so outrages i have never even thought of it. Or just accept, that is not were my problem lays? As in knowing , in that area i am on top. Arriba!

-And one more thing i did, look at my body for 15 minutes. Well there's another one, i am good at. I which might be obvious, love my body. No false pretense is required here. I love my skin, i love my veins, i love to touch me, i love my.... on and on. Ha! i really don't like my face very much. Well now that is a surprise, but not really, i like lots about it and i don't even mind the wrinkles, or my uneven teeth, but there is something about it???
Ha! (All this writing here is journal writing as in, i am discovering me while i write.)
so now i have already learned through the Tao of sexuality and such readings and listening to friends who have more expertise on the subject. That our mouth is very related to our genitals.
Or what was it again or how?

Anyway tonight i will ask for a face massage (which also fall under the 'yes' exercises)

for yourself

I told you a while ago, about my orgasms, or lack of.
Now i was advised by a sex therapist, to read a certain book and do the exercises, and when encountering problems with doing the program outlined in the book i could phone her back.
Finally i got the book: For Yourself the fulfillment of female sexuality by Lonnie Barbach.
I am going to try this program starting today. She suggests first; ' to explore your attitudes and development as a sexual being.
1) How did your parents feel about sex? Your mother? your father? How were their feelings communicated to you?
First i thought well that's going to be a short answer, but of course not really.
I don't know how they felt.
hmmmm this is going to be quite personal here on-line, Lonnie suggest i talk with a girlfriend that i feel very close to.
What comes up for me now, which is an essential fear of mine that i recognize that i am always afraid of hurting people. What i might say might hurt my mom
The second issue is that i really don't want to do this, i've gone here before, i know it all.
But do i?
So for the exercises sake here we go:
My parents tried in earnest(i know that for a fact), to educate us about sex, but it didn't work out, most we got was a big silence. The one answer i did get, is that sex is for when you are married and it is very very special.
I never saw my mother's breasts till i was an adult. I never saw my parents loving towards eachother till i was an adult. So these are just somethings.
My mother did not enjoy sex. My father, i wouldn't have a clue. He was a charmer in the outside world, but a grump in his family. He laughed at me when i showed interest in my breasts and he forbid me to walk around half naked. Which never really worked out, There is nothing new in me showing my body, i am and i was a rebel since age 16.
Growing up i maybe communicated about sex with my mom a little,(maybe i could a fill one page) but never, never did i communicate with my dad on this subject. Yes i did, when he was laying in his casket, i would tell him things. And it is not a joke, it was actually very beautiful. i finally felt close to him again it had been 45 years.

Good enough for now! I am doing my Kegel's :)

walking on water

walking on water

why should i not

it's what we are after all

would you hold me

if you are strong

we could be one

if we stay open

and keep our

eyes on the sun

A Celebration of Poetic Inspiration
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summer seems

so long ago
and the summer before that one
where did that one go?
i just visited a little book
with notes
is it really that long ago?
we would phone right around this time
69, 6 your time and 9 mine
tuesday morning, monday night
Hey! phone me now!
I would love to hear your voice
laugh with you the way we did
to know what you are up to
but most of all
i want you to know
no, i never did get over you
it's just
that nowadays you are a fleeting thought
it's just
my boyfriend's out of town tonight

imagine the photo

am i okay?

to just want you

to long for you

where ever i look

to find all sort of reasons why

or why not

even when i say

it's all good

knowing it is not

you enfold me

i am already in your arms

and that's why i cannot move

that's why everything i do

it's not real

all that is real is what i feel

your arms around me

even when they're not.


YOU, with you i can be the fuddle forever and all the time, and now i dance, swirl around on the wood floor and i paint some more, strokes of bright yellow, and deep blue lines, it really doesn't matter does it that i ..... am ....this way. Will you still love me, when all i want is make love to you.

I love this friggin' life

snow me in, snow

frost you cannot freeze me

do you see me

i dance here naked and hit a key when flying by



and really this is how i believe life to be, not a care in the world, just to know you love me and i loving you.



my question always is

can i live this way

can i live on just love



i did go out and filled the woodbox

i did go out and picked greens, brushing off the snow

i did put away that the ladder

now we are as high as we can be



Lets live our dream

when we don't

who will

laughing

i smell the roses


the grass is greener
now i've heard your voice today

all i could do was laugh
all he did was laugh
when we did connect
i cannot believe
the joy of laughing
from sheer happiness
laughing at ourselves
laughing at eachother
we didn't need to say a thing
we knew, we both had been too silly
in way too much agony
'cause we did not skype for just one day

One Shot Wednesday

what you don't see

what you don't see
is that is it snowing right now
that we quickly cover over
the woodpile behind me
in the dark early morning
naked under my snow suit
what you don't see
is the that the story goes on
after the picture's taken
what you don't see
is that the story is right there
taking the shot
what you don't see
is who's sitting beside me

Recently i made it to the front cover of a local magazine. Monthly i attend a writers group. This one night it just happened to be, that i went out in public with my new lover for the first time. And i like to say; my gosh, the paparazzi was right there, no privacy. Of course i am not famous in this way :)


myheartrightsideupand i, where meeting in secret up till that day. This day we did decide, to just do what i normally do, but with him. I long for that, to just be able to live this life of loving openly, called polyamory. I still am only here most open about it, my husband slowly being introduced to me. It is really me and my husband and lover(s) that i think have to know. And here i just want to express it and learn more.
I am still totally enamored by the secretness of it. Loving it that his arm (his godly arm, i love him so) is in the photo, on this magazine. 'Cover girl almost exposed'. We did not know that there would be a photographer there, that day. The leader of the group did ask if anyone had objections.
What do you say, when it just happened to be your first day, and nobody knows.

what you do see
is that i radiate
and i wish you could see
that i love working with my husband
our warm bodies
just out of bed
in the snow
getting ready for winter
you don't see
how happy it makes me
to work with him
something we never did well
and somehow
now
we are able to

for my sister

Hi sis, i know when i was your age :) i didn't think certain things aesthetically enough to print. You know who taught me to appreciate pictures just like this.

Me here now, some go through it much younger than i do, and i hope some much older too. And maybe some never do, they don't have too.

I love this liberation, and i know i am not quite there, when i'm in the forest and i feel this wave of love welling up from somewhere deep inside, flowing through my heart. I wonder is that what an orgasm is like? You tell me.
Last night i reach an extreme state of pleasure, but ..... somewhere my husband's nail pinched some sensitive skin, and it all disappeared. And even if the love making was very pleasant after, again i did not reach an orgasm.

My husband he is perfect! Just because i am not:) We had a few days of real struggle, where as you maybe understood from previous post, i want a freer life, and he did not. Today is the day we set a side to talk it all out.
mmmmmm it was quite sweet, he looks forward to be be a month without me, and what i do, he lets me free.
He knows what i intend to do with that freedom, and that's enough, no details please.
Yahoooyippeeyah

These trees, growing along side individually, connected by the hip.
That's love for me.

for M

I love the water in this picture. My husband took these pictures.
I am very close to the weather, meaning to post pictures here, while looking outside seeing snow, is kind of contradictory for me.
Snow is water vapor, turned into crystals.
Snow is not Ice, no ice yet
This for me is significant. I love my husband. Why are we more like snow? Ice crystals, one separate from the other. Why do we try and it never seems to really work?
Why with my new lover (myheartrightsideup) everything is more then good:), we never had an argument, i never never feel this separateness. With him however we engage; it is always totally good. There is no wall, we are one, and yet, sparkle individually.
i fall
i fall back
into the water
laughing

What is your experience? Did you catch that moment, where the wall was being build? Did you melt that first crystal when it formed? Can i still take down that wall in between me in my husband?
Can i have my cake and eat too, meaning can he and i fully love each other while i have this same full love relationship with myheartrightsideup.

My husband is actually quite open to it all, which is totally beautiful, some fluidity is there. More about that next time, polyamory and stuff.

... in the woods

hi there everyone, how are you?.... i indeed have storms in my head. you (myheartupsidedown i named you) say; i have to learn to deal with them, quiet them, stillness between my ears. Maybe this is one way; to write about it here.
Today i will let the storm roar, spilling some of it out. All in a ramble as it blows. Then after the wind dies down, i will take the things one by one, pick them and look at them. And most of all i want to learn, hear your comments, see what you think, hear what you feel, to feel what you know.
Actually i am quite calm, these days. Today like yesterday just very tired, and sweetly sad, not deeply.
First; Annie doesn't want to be part of this blog anymore, whatever her reasons (that's up to her to let you know or not:) I love her big time, it is all good, it's not that.
And First of all (coming second here) i want to know about orgasms. I want to hear sooooo many stories. And i wonder if it will happen here on-line (not an orgasm, the talking about it:)
I found in talking to girlfriends, it's amazing how we love to talk about it. As in before i started this blog, how whenever i proposed to get undressed and take photos in the woods of our bodies, it was all laughter and joy. I don't know, i must be blessed with amazing girlfriends. Or are all of us women like that.
Haha, i say women, but somehow men seem to like all this too. So there's my other subject. As you know i am a married woman, in the way where you promise to be faithful.
So how did this all start? Yes, i went on a quest to love my self more. I was very devoted to my husband, but he didn't express his love for me in a way i needed at that time. Something like that. Next thing i know, i start falling in love with a man, who does express himself to me in a way i like. Long story short. Here i am, 2 years later, my husband getting used to the new me(old really, i'm just discovering more of me). And i, Katrin (i am ready for a new name),having an affair with myheartrightsideup. I don't want it to be an affair, i want to have my cake and eat it too.
I want to share more about all this, they are such deliciously humorous sweet loving stories. I want to share, because i want to know if you recognize any of it, in your own way, or if i am just plain weird? Which is totally okay to me too. I do think that sexually i am lugging behind greatly.
Enlighten me!!!
Thanks
10.000 kisses to all of you, dry and soft, wet and warm, rough and deep, etc, all over, wherever, however you like :)


oops, this should have been a photo of a kiss

testing the water

too much, i said last time i was here
too much indeed
on this page here, i should be able to say anything
i want to say so much
so many secrets
that really i don't mind if any one knows
that really i like to share
so i will learn
and maybe so will you
what my life is about
my deepest joys my deepest fears
maybe not so different
where you say aha
where i will say
aha i'm not the only one
or where you say
i'm way beyond
i'm not there yet
or compassion for all our differences

do you want to hear
what i really want to share?
so really really i will dive in with more confidence
in new waters
waters i have never swam
water that could sweep me off
to strange and scary lands

is there a shore
where i will land?
maybe when i tell
you will tell me that
'katrin you're safe
there is a shore
i just don't know if it's white sand, warm mud, bright green rushes
but for sure there is a shore
and it is good'

will i speak? and will you listen?

too much

I am falling
how come my heart splits open

my chest cannot hold it in

so much love

how come when i gave in

to love a little

here and there

you and him

and of course him too, still

how come i still feel like i am falling up

where is down

this ride to heaven

God, let me land softly

please please

let it be in your arms

i love you most of all

i have this knack for loving

i come upon a lake of love

realize i'm right there on the shore

i look up at the mountain tops

strip of my reality

and just dive in

simple isn't it?

:)

deliciously

not so

what else

hair and skin
yours, mine
in between beach and bluff
water wind and sun
rock turning into sand
you hold me
most tenderly
again again again