Romancing the Senses

I come to you with hearts and kisses...not just because I love you, my friends... but because I want to romance you.

One of my favourite authors, Sarah Ban Breathnach writes that love is the emotion. Romance is the evocative expression. Hmm..I love that.

A loving partner is not needed in my life to feel that my days are filled with romance. Little whims of it infiltrate my senses as the hours pass...

I see it in the sun rising over the ocean from my bedroom window, coaxing me away from my pillows, promising a day of new and unforeseen becomings.

I taste it in the cinnamon sprinkled generously upon my morning chai.

It sounds like the beautiful silence within my walls, and outside my open window.... and then the humorous break in that silence as I listen to the creaks and gurgles that come from my bunny's tummy as he drinks from his water bowl.

I smell it in the rain....the moist coastal air reaches deep within my lungs and fills them with dripping cloud.

I feel it in the calming presence of a smooth round stone in my pocket.... a simple object that keeps me grounded and present.

And speaking of stones, I sense it in the uncanny way I keep finding perfectly heart shaped stones amongst thousands of other surrounding stones, the same size and colour. I refuse to believe that this is a coincidence.

These are just fragments of one simple ordinary day. And how romantic it is, if I stay open to it.
But this special day will soon be charmed by the sinking of my teeth into a sweet and sugary cupcake, and perhaps a walk by the seashore...and a tossing of that smooth stone back into the waters where it first resided. It will be replaced by another. And then another...

And when this day begins to close its eyes forever, I will take pleasure in one last bout of romance.... the soft letting go... the abandonment of wakefulness as I fall into dream, trusting my bed to keep me warm and safe as I adventure into the night. Romance does not die with the fading day. The moon can be just as flirtatious.