I had my hon to drag out my new chaise the night before so all I would have to do is just go out the door, sit, and enjoy my sunshine's embrace. And I'm NOT talking about my husband!
It was probably on the third day of our public love affair in the front yard, as I was dancing in my chaise to the i-pod tunes thumping through the ear buds and being totally immersed in Sun's yummy, yellow warmth, when it suddenly occurred to me that I hadn't blogged for several weeks.
Oops! What can I say...it's been an exceptionally long winter for me.
You see, the combination of sunshine and music has always had a way of reawakening my hibernating creativity, allowing me to crawl out of the cave--both physically and mentally-- where winter holds me captive until well after the snow has left and warmth unpacks to stay.
Once I feel the sun on my skin, my brain floods my body with those glorious endorphins, which in turn blasts Old Man Winter's icy grip from off of my synapses, and they start to fire back up.
Simultaneously, music pours into my ears, my spirit explodes up and out of this frozen-earth-body that I have been trapped in, and in a milli-nano-second---I'M FREE! And more importantly...I'M ALIVE AGAIN!
Of course, this is all an internal combustion issue. The only way to tell that something might be going on inside of me is by seeing how much chaise-dancing I'm doing with my Sunshine, on the outside. Again, NOT my husband.
With every new song being directly downloaded into my being, comes new thoughts, ideas, and ways to implement them. I smile, hum-sing, and move to every instrument's note and beat. It's a glorious symphony of synchronicity within! And without...well...not so much.
Without, I suspect that I have the appearance of a great, white, flailing fish that has flopped out of it's water-source and is being baked alive by the sun while moaning. It can't be a pretty sight to the neighborhood passers-by. So much for personal decorum.
Ah, but it's a price I'm always willing to pay every Spring, just to be able to fire up the old synapses, get the creative juices flowing again, and dance La Lambada Del Sol: The Sizzling Sun Dance.
Okay, I made that last part up, but you get the picture.
Or maybe you would just rather avert your eyes, too, and drive on by. Either way, I will be Lambada Del Sol-ing in my chaise until my husband has to rip my flip-flops from off of my feet and drag me inside, kicking and screaming.
Today...I think I will spend with my love. NOW I'm talking about my husband. I'll share the sunshine with my honey and leave the chaise at home. But just for today.
For tomorrow I will LAMBADA DEL SOL TILL THE VACAS COME HOME!
