Oh Darling Sirius ~

         Oh Darling!

I know that you are Sirius ~

Dog Star ~

Orion on a full moon January night 

on Skye 

and Orion points the very way ~ 

Orion ... Every time I see Her, now, I look ahead and there before Her:

    my Lap-dog, Bernese Mountain in my Skye

There ~ My 
Hound of Hell, Faithful Guardian of 

this night's Watch, 

   True and Faithful Wire-Fox Terrier ~

Black of nose and warm of purpose ~ Sure Ascent as He Scents ~ now,

Climbs Sure Ascent
Into Orion's lap
Lapped and Loved there 
Every Night of the Universe ~

Softly slumbering the Constellated Twins, close by, 

murmur something about endless Nights spent in His Charms ~

Self Love ~

As I Began to Love Myself

~ Self Love Poem attributed to Charlie Chaplin ~ 

As I began to love myself I found that anguish and emotional suffering

are only warning signs that I was living against my own truth.

Today, I know, this is “AUTHENTICITY”.

As I began to love myself I understood how much it can offend somebody

As I try to force my desires on this person, even though I knew the time

was not right and the person was not ready for it, and even though this

person was me. Today I call it “RESPECT”.

As I began to love myself I stopped craving for a different life,

and I could see that everything that surrounded me was inviting me to grow.

Today I call it “MATURITY”.

As I began to love myself I understood that at any circumstance,

I am in the right place at the right time, and everything happens

at the exactly right moment. So I could be calm.

Today I call it “SELF-CONFIDENCE”.

As I began to love myself I quit steeling my own time,

and I stopped designing huge projects for the future.

Today, I only do what brings me joy and happiness, things I love to do

and that make my heart cheer, and I do them in my own way and in

my own rhythm. Today I call it “SIMPLICITY”.

As I began to love myself I freed myself of anything that is no good for

my health – food, people, things, situations, and everything that drew

me down and away from myself. At first I called this attitude

a healthy egoism. Today I know it is “LOVE OF ONESELF”.

As I began to love myself I quit trying to always be right, and ever since

I was wrong less of the time. Today I discovered that is “MODESTY”.

As I began to love myself I refused to go on living in the past and worry

about the future. Now, I only live for the moment, where EVERYTHING

is happening. Today I live each day, day by day, and I call it “FULFILLMENT”.

As I began to love myself I recognized that my mind can disturb me

and it can make me sick. But As I connected it to my heart, my

mind became a valuable ally. Today I call this

connection “WISDOM OF THE HEART”.

We no longer need to fear arguments, confrontations or any kind of problems

with ourselves or others. Even stars collide, and out of their crashing

new worlds are born.Today I know THAT IS “LIFE”!

 

Photographer: unknown

Edits:  Missimos

Where He Belongs ~

Nicimos where He belongs ~ within the veritable bosom of his Missimos ~ 

This Time ~

From:  D <d@yahoo.ca>

Date: January 17, 2014 at 10:06:54 AM MST

To:  A <a@gmail.com>
Subject: This time

To say you've shown me the time of my life is a grave understatement A____ ~ 

I've never had so manyastonishing experiences anywhere, anytime, with anyone for any reason on holiday with another human being ~

The level of care and interest you've put into our time together really is like the best honeymoon I could ever have.    

I honestly don't know how you could too this.   I'd say should we marry, you've already given me the best of your time, your love and your affection ~

You have made me feel like a Queen ~ you really have pulled out every stop and I know it's going to just hit me like a ton of bricks even moreso once I can review both the images in my mind and the ones in my phone.  

I really don't know that to say 'thank you' can be enough.   How can it?   You've given me things that my heart cannot forget.

I don't want to leave your side, just as I'm becoming accustomed to looking to my right or my left to find you there.    It has been a true and fascinating treasure to get to know the everyday A_____ Nicimos.   How he talks when he walks.   How he looks by daylight and by candlelight.   

Hearing you speaking to me and knowing that at night I'll sleep by you has been such a gift!   Just to wake and hear your breath.   I have not grown complacent about your midnight presence.   I have had unspeakable joy in your arms, whether it's just holding you, or when we are speaking together with both hand and eye ~

I feel you've done me a great great privilege to just spend each and every day with you as each day finds you.   

Please know that I have barely begun to process all the treasures you've given me here in our time together ~

In coming weeks you'll be hearing more about them as I relive them ~ I found I was just so wide jawed astounded by the sights sounds and smells I could not both take it all in and express to you in an immediate fashion the wonder you have brought to me.   

No one's ever been this kind to me before.   I have no frame of reference for what you've done here.    

I will never forget this time with you no matter how long I live.   

I can only hope that in time you will want me to come and share a life with you.     For you see, I now know you more than I have ever been able to up till now.  

This is something seemails and emails can never duplicate nor reproduce ~ your touch and your day and night selves.   

If anything, I am left more intimately aware of your person and being ~ I am left with a love that has matured beautifully for having been allowed to be this close to you ~

From the very bottom of my heart, thank you for everything you have given me here ~ I can only hope to return that favour to you in my beautiful Canada when you are ready to receive it ~

I love you both now and for always ~

D R. H Missimos ~

Xxx

Sent from my iPhone

Just woke from a dream of You

Just woke from a dream of you ~

   

I was in a courtroom with impossibly high ceilings.   I stood in front of a judge, but not as a plaintiff, defendant or lawyer – just me as myself, as an observer to these events.

You were in the witness box where the defendant sits.   You looked desolate, forlorn.    I heard a voice from the Judges Bench and looked up.   The wooden Judges Bench was so wide and so very high I could not see the top of it.    As I craned my neck up its top got lost in the heavens, surrounded by the clouds of the sky.    The room and the bench had the feel of eternity about it.    Archetypal somehow.

But I heard the Judge say “Take him away, for he is a condemned man.”    Then the bailiffs took you hand-cuffed from the witness box and put you in a cell adjacent to the court-room, awaiting further transport to prison.

“No!” I said.    “You can’t do that!”    But no one seemed to listen to me.   There were people and lawyers and jury milling around and beginning to leave the courtroom.   I kept saying to the people that they couldn’t put you in prison, that you were a good man.    “Please don’t put him in prison!  I want to go outside and play with him.   I want to run with him outside and play tag.   I want to take him to a coffee shop!”      Someone stopped and said to me, you can’t and nodded towards the dispersing jury.   He’s been reviewed by a jury of his peers and found guilty.   I’m afraid he’s going to jail for quite some time.     Perhaps you can visit him there.  The person pointed out where you'd been taken to, a holding cell awaiting transport.

“But you can’t do that!” I cried.   “He’s a good man!  You don’t know him!  He never MEANT to hurt anyone.  Everyone makes mistakes.   You HAVE to let him go!   He doesn't deserve THIS!”

Then came a voice from where I could not see – so high up on the Judges Bench … “But you wanted him here.    You voiced the charge and the complaint.   You can’t change your mind once you've set forth the Wheels of Justice.   You called for Justice and we heard you.   He has been tried by a jury of his peers and found wanting.   I’m sorry but Justice HAS been served.”     Then I ‘felt’ the Judge move away from his Bench.  

Suddenly I was frantic.   I couldn't bear never seeing you again.   Couldn't stand the thought of you in prison.   Suffering.    For you were.   I walked to where the holding cell was and there you were, sat with your head hung low and the most miserable countenance I’ve ever seen on you.    You just could not look up at me and you wouldn't or couldn't seem to answer when I called your name through the bars of the cell.   Your wrists were hand-cuffed.  

I was utterly heart-broken to see you there.    I could not face a life without you.   I just had the feeling I was not going to be able to see you once they took you away.   I could see they were going to put you away in a dark place for a long long time.     You weren't fighting it.   You were sad and you were silent and you were resigned.    You didn't even look at me – as I don’t think you could see me even though I stood in front of your cell bars.     We were both sad and despondent.   Both of us heart-broken.   

          

Then suddenly I got really mad and I shouted, “FUCK THIS SHIT!!  I’m getting you out of here!” and I made the walls and the bars and the seat of your holding cell dissolve.     The chains round your ankles and the cuffs over your wrists melted away.    The very walls of the court disappeared into the same white clouds that had hung over the Judge’s bench.    Suddenly we were outside in the sunshine.   In the garden.    Grass, hedges, sunshine, birds chirping and singing.      I grabbed your hand and pulled.     We ran around the garden laughing like idiots.     We played tag like children, taking turn’s who was ‘it.’ 

Our hearts became light as cloud.   They shone like little suns in our chests as we ran and played together.

No one ‘deserves’ this I said up to the heavens.   No one ‘DESERVES’ anything I said.    That’s NOT how it works, I said to the sky.    Each of us deserves then to be condemned and none of us deserves to be condemned.   It’s NOT about that I cried up to the heavens.      It’s about EXPERIENCE, I said.    We’re here for experience.    Experience should not be judged but observed by those who do and act, I said.     And that’s ALL OF US, I said.   It’s up to each of us to observe OURSELVES, I said rather indignantly.    Then it’s up to us to modify our souls according to what we learn here.   But we don’t CONDEMN ourselves!       If we are in prisons they are prisons of our own making.      It is not ours to punish but to learn.    It is not ours to condemn ourselves forever, this is not what it’s about.   We can make choices every day till the day we die, I said.   I was speaking to the unseen Judge who was the whole of the sky.    The sky that covered all.  That's ridiculous I said.   We are responsible for our choices, but we live and we learn THROUGH the things that we do.   We don't punish - it's not about punishment.     I got mad, shouted “That’s what we’re HERE to do!!”   

“I want to sit and have coffee with him.   Talking pure shite and laughing together.    That’s what I want.”   That’s what I WANT, I said.     Then I grabbed your hand and we ran to a delightful Val Pat and snuggled conspiratorially at a table together.     Holding hands under the table and your blue eyes sparkled and laughed as your head was bent into mine, waiting for our order.   I could feel their warmth in mine.   The way I now know that they REALLY feel.     Our legs under the table were relaxed and outstretched with our knees touching until I actually felt you scissor mine under the table in a playful leg lock.     I smiled broadly.

I suddenly felt such warmth and desire for you, and then I woke up.

I had to get up and write this to you right away.    You need to know this.   My heart is open again – wide open to you and here I sit, holding your hands in mine – I feel that, and I feel the warmth of your face and your smile so close it’s inside of me again.       This is where I want you.    By my side.   Inside of me as you always have been.     In our garden where WE belong.     THIS feels right.   

Xxx

It's still waaaay to early - I'm going back to bed until I see you later today.   3/10.     Thinking of you ..

~ your D

Xxx 

Warmed Honey ~

Tonight, I'm sleeping in my own bed, wearing your bracelet (that smells of Floris and you each time it gets wet).    

I'm wearing your t-shirt, and under my pillow something of yours that I 'liberated' ; ) if you can't guess what it is, I'll show you in seemail soon : )

See you in a few hours ; )  I love you Nicimos ~ in truth, I do! 

Xxx ~ 

your Missimos oxo


As I lay in the dark on my stomach I had my hand under the pillow holding your '----' I could suddenly smell you so strongly!   

That warm honey smell of you when you are relaxed and aroused in my arms. You smelled SO good to me.   

I wanted you so and I reached under on my belly and shut my eyes and I was with you. You behind me, digging deeply into my cunt. It was heaven because now I know how you really feel. I called your name out loud over and over again as I came.    

           And as I came I felt my heart and heart chakra bloom and burst open in impossible soft moving pastels ~ I felt and feel again, wide open to you.  Nothing between us.  Wide open, cunt to heart to head. I am open and felt to be swimming in currents again with you. 

The currents I have now seen when we do and have now 'swum' our oceans and our waves together.  And even now I can smell you SO strongly it fills the back of my throat till I can actually TASTE you now.   What a peculiar thing.  But what a lovely, loving thing.     It makes me desire to reach out and touch you ~ in oh so many ways my Nicimos ~ 

Your scent fills my heart and makes it just as tender as my pussy becomes for you.   Just popped by to say I dreamt of you.      Had to get up and write it down, and have just emailed it to you.  Now back to bed and to sleep some more. Until later then ... oxoxo