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[Exploration2]

A Relaxing Evening

There is work that needs to be done,but after 2 straight weeks its time to take an evening off

 

[AuralFix]

Things made me smile today...
My mom smiling for real and eating a full meal since her surgery on Monday.
My daughter chatting away as we gather ingredients for scones.
Our dollop of a cat stretching and head-butting my hand for some love.
Our garden and the juicy raspberries that have exploded in one corner.

Finding an invitation for conversation in my box...

I hope this finds you smiling and enjoying a lovely weekend here on the East coast. Peace...

 

[pepperbox]

Friendly bump

A friendly bump, so that you will never feel forgotten or alone.

 

[Exploration2]

Yearning for Connection and affe

Broken heart lonely and drunk bad combo. There comes a point when the bs evaporates and the painful truth stares you in the face.

 

[Exploration2]

Yearning for Connection and Affection

Broken heart lonely and drunk bad combo. There comes a point when the bs evaporates and the painful truth stares you in the face. We all desperately need connection and affection.

Tomorrow will be better.

Goodnight.

 

[rebelhell50]

I'm new and I have tried

Hi I like the post and yes I like talking to Ladies have real friends that talk on phone.
They say that they can tell me anything and I do not judge.
Although it is nice to flirt on here which I haven't been able to get anyone to talk to me like I have the plaque.
I am also up for any conversation it is always nice to talk about things in Your life and I am always honest if any ladies wanna chat pm me.
I am not Bi but if men wanna just talk feel free
James

 

[allegro5star]

I sit on the floor, staring at a pair of old leather shoes. It is that time again. Yet another meeting. My suit hangs upstairs. I reach for the shoes and my mind wanders. These shoes have seen a lot of my life and growth. They have been present at all the key moments of my life. As I start to apply the warm wax to the old leather it regains its shine. The old wear marks start to blend away.

My Dad gave me these shoes. He was not big into gifts but I will never forget the pride in his eyes as he handed me the shoes. I was just starting my professional life and he was very happy and I think content. He sacrificed a lot for me to reach that moment in my life. He made a lot of mistakes, but he also did a lot right. He is older now.

I fear that I have a few good years left with him. He did his job. Now its my turn...

My belated tribute to Fathers Day

This is one of the best tributes i've ever read about father's day.
you are an artist with words.

 

[Exploration2]

Humbled

Wow allegro5star. That was very nice of you. Thank you.

 

[Ferreus]

Another friendly bump for the good Exploration2!

 

[Exploration2]

Moments

The rhythmic mechanical music of a shutter opening and closing. Moments being captured. The glint in a woman's eye as her gaze meets his. Gone in an instant. Fleeting like a subatomic particle born for an instant and then gone forever. Human interactions. Lost opportunities. Mere moments in time.

The instant when a man falls in love. A word a gesture a touch a look a scent a feeling. A nebulous moment in time with dramatic consequences. Fleeting, vague, hard to define yet very real. Yet a mere moment in time.

A glass holds a mass of ice slowly melting. Performing its amazing dance. The threshold of crystallization oscillating between the liquid and solid phase. Ice and water two amazing projections of the same molecule performing the dance of life a moment in time.

A child takes her first breath. Her first scream. The smell of the operating room, the sweet metallic scent of blood, amniotic fluid, sweat. The scent of life. The nurses perfume the flash of her red bra the tickle against his cheek of her dark brown hair, the scent of her shampoo intoxicating. Tempting. A father holds his baby, and in that instant in that fleeting moment he knows he loves her, loves her more than life. The power of moments.

A heart beats. The blood drains out of it. The cardiac cycle. We each get a finite number of cardiac cycles. The burn mark an ugly blemish, begging to be wiped away, on an otherwise young healthy pristine organ. A 15 year old heart that has yet to experience love but knows hate at a visceral level. It knows rage intimately but has yet to experience grace and forgiveness. A perfectly tuned and pitched bullet spinning and shattering against a rib, the broken jagged pieces of metal showering the lungs. One small shard less than a centimeter leaves a burn mark on an otherwise pristine organ. The cardiac cycle completes one final beat. No photographers for this moment no tears just men and women in masks and bright lights.

She smiles, her scrub top falling off her shoulder. Smooth young skin interrupted by a bra strap. An immensely functional yet arousing, and befuddling piece of clothing. The softness of her skin, the warmth of her hand. The innocence in her eyes. Her tongue against her lips. It reminds him of life again. All a moment in a life.

An old oak. Its bark curled and thick. Knotted with character. Its arms spread wide. A nest in its elbow. The glimmer of the setting sun shimmering between its leaves. A witness to many moments. Some that changed history and some that changed lives. Others just simple joys and sorrows. Yet all mere moments in time.

A moment of Peace and Happiness. My Friday wish.

 

[SmileyGirl]

That is so beautiful. Really touching and just beautiful

 

[Exploration2]

Smiles

A fake smile has the same effect on the brain as a real smile. A real smile is difficult to fake since the muscles recruited are involuntary.

Grinning on a beautiful Friday evening a weekend yet to be discovered.

 

[Exploration2]

Nature

It gives us sustenance. It surrounds us and fulfills our most fundamental needs. It provides the air we breath the water we drink and the food we eat for our physical beings. It calms our souls. Yet we often take her for granted. Even if we never venture into a rainforest or float down a river at dusk we need those places to exist. To know that they are there.

The parking lots will soon be replaced by yet another structure. The buildings will eventually succumb to time. The oil will eventually dry up and the pipelines will sit empty. The gas fields will eventually be depleted. These man made structures just as quickly as they are created will be abandoned, forgotten or torn down. We need to think long and hard before we destroy what has existed for thousands if not millions of years in perfect balance to put up fleeting objects.

It is our implicit obligation to treat her with tender care and and love so that she sustains our children long after we are gone.

 

[PokingFun]

Nature is the author of true passion.
Her fury is unmatched. She rages like a scorned lover. In the aftermath she leaves us humbled and wanting. Her beauty cannot be fathomed. In the smallest of cells and the largest of mountain ranges, her design is perfect. She speaks in the sounds of peace and the sounds of work. All the things that we need she provides- solace, comfort, quiet, a place to rest, a vision to wonder upon and a rock to stand upon.

Is it so much for her to ask that we take the time to notice? She is the mother, the nurturer, and the lover. Hold her tight, guide her gently, and love her passionately and she will be yours forever.

 

[Faierie]

Imagination

To converse one needs the ability to imagine. A curious nature helps though without the willingness to share these thoughts with others its a limited adventure. Conversation, debates or any other form of communication be it writing, chatting, texting etc. is what celebrates the wonder of the human mind and our unique ability to be human.

Rioting imaginations would be wonder to behold...

 

[dreamyjane]

A friendly bump to Exploration2. I like how different people have contributed to the idea of having a good and meaningful conversation with one another. There are so many encounters in life but when one meets someone special to have a nice conversation, that encounter lasts a lifetime. Hope you have had those conversations that enrich you and make you feel loved

 

[PokingFun]

Father Time has rested for 2013. The baby New Year brings a promise of renewed energy and new opportunities. A New Years bump for Exploration2 and the inspiration for us to all have more meaningful conversations in 2014.

 

[Exploration2]

Connection

Connection

Spark

Chemistry

All words for that same uniquely human experience. We all know it when it happens. Our brains are hard wired for it, yet it remains nebulous. What determines if a connection will occur.

Of the many interactions we have in the course of a day a week or even a month we have only a handful of connections if that. Some last an instant and then are terminated by one or both parties, often due to that other primal instinct of fear, others last a few moments and then are never built on. If they make it past the 10min mark then the probability of a connection lasting a life time goes up dramatically.

Neuroscience can map the networks in the brain that are activated in that instant of connection. The neurotransmitters involved are well known. Yet, that alone is not enough. Those are the pixels without a painting.

We possess the ability to know within a few secs of an interaction if a connection will occur.

How do we know? Weather a connection will occur or not is determined to a great extent by our rainbow. Our life experiences that form the prism which colors our interactions with the world.

Perhaps its that other uniquely human trait of being vulnerable. Being vulnerable opens one up to learning. To truly experiencing another beings story. Being vulnerable opens our mind and soul. Makes us receptive to new experiences. It takes away fear. The fear of not being good enough. The fear of a blow to our ego. The fear of rejection. It seems paradoxical that vulnerability makes us more confident.

Often vulnerability and fear are taken as parts of the same whole when in fact they are two distinct states of being.

 

[PokingFun]

And then there are those connections that are accidental and intended to be fleeting, but seem to linger in spite of distance and time. We get busy, we drift apart, sometimes years go by without so much as a note or a phone call. Then one day, when we connect again, it's just like it always was.

If the connection is true, the spark never really goes out. It may become dim and so cool that you don't even notice its presence. All it takes is a breath of wind to light the fires all over again as if the rains had never come.

 

[Exploration2]

Sounds of my day

Wind whispering through the naked branches

A bird singing

The sound that neurons make when they fire at a particular frequency in a particular location like rain on a metal roof

Siren of a fire truck the Doppler effect

Screeching hawks riding the wind

thig thig thig of a woodpecker

Growl of distant thunder

Gurgling wine spilling out and into a waiting glass

Silence Calm Peace

 

[1littlegreymouse]

Just as well you're not Shakespeare because the growl of distant thunder always portends, deception, perfidy and betrayal of the basest kind. The whispering wind, that sounds eerie to me; naked branches, definitely shivery; that single bird singing, spooky. Neurons firing like rain on a metal roof, clearly an allusion to ongoing pain; then fires, birds seeking and rooting out their prey, wine an historic allegory for blood and finally the calm before a perfect storm: what a desolate and depressing poem.

Have to go now I just noticed that my glass is half empty.

 

[galeslut]

bump

A friendly bump to start more conversations and to keep others going

 

[Exploration2]

Influence

We are very much a product of our environment. The concrete towers and the cracked side walks have a familiarity to them. I used to know this urban jungle. The blur of shoes moving with urgency. The lack of eye contact. The lack of a smile. There are loafers and oxfords brown and black and their different shades. Some are old with character others are pristine without a scuff mark on them. There are heels and flats and sandals some house colored toe nails. Yet they are all moving. There is a pressure to keep moving. An invisible force pushing the pace faster and faster. There is an urgency in there eyes and in their gait. Perhaps its a sense of purpose. There is stress in the air. No birds chirp. The shade comes from the towers of steel and concrete there are no soothing sounds of leaves or the flicker of sun shining through the leaves.

The jaw tightens the teeth clench. I search for anything other than a chain. Something out of the way. A place to slip away from that invisible hand on my back. Let the vice grip on the back of my neck relax. Ahhh a cafe. I walk in and the environment changes. A woman greets me. She is in her mid 20s. Kind bright eyes and red lips without lipstick. A warm smile. It is almost impossible for humans to not return a smile. We are hard wired for it. She smiles and I return her smile. The jaw loosens. I ask her how her day is going. We exchange pleasantries. She is wearing sneakers and her feet are still. I think they are Adidas. Used faded with character and personality. As I wait and watch her work I notice that she fills her shirt nicely. I wonder if she made love last night or perhaps relieved her sexual energy with her hands. I wonder witch hand. I think she is Right handed. A couple sitting in a booth catch my attention. They are living together. I don't know how I can tell but I can. They are not married. She is in love with him. Her pupils dilate when she looks at him. She is dressed simply. She is an attractive girl. He has not said a word to her. He has not looked up at her. He is engrossed in his ipad. I wonder what her name is.

He reminds me of myself a few years ago. I was younger then. I was foolish. I did not understand women. That is not accurate. I still to a great degree do not understand women. Again I think the wires in my head don't allow it. Nonetheless I understand more than I did then. She wants his attention and she is being beat out by an i pad. He will be sorry. I feel sympathy for him. No I feel more than that I feel sorrow for him. I want to say something.

As I leave with a bagel and coffee in hand, my foot accidentally gets entangled his chair. He looks up from his ipad I mumble an apology. I catch her eye and give her a smile as I walk out.

I slide into traffic and the invisible hand assumes its position. My pace quickens but my mind lingers inside the cafe.

 

[Exploration2]

Forgive

A simple two syllable word with the power to change the world. The act of forgiving is incredibly powerful and difficult. Calms the soul and relaxes the mind. To Forgive is to be humble and vulnerable and paradoxically requires immense inner strength and security.

 

[sexy_bosoxgirl]

conversation

If you take the time to read my profile you will find that I believe meeting and talking with other people makes you a better person. It gives you incite into things that you may not have thought of before. Sharing like experiences has always made me better understand myself and made me feel less alone. I do love to talk and I certainly love to laugh.

I am 43 years old, definitely not normal
and very kinky