Welcoming in the masculine to serve me

Yesterday the universe gave me the incredible gift of a day of hiking amongst Los Glaciers National Park under the watchful eye of Mt Fitz Roy (Charles Darwin's co-hort). I learned you can be here for days and never see the mountain because of weather and that this place is known for its wind. Yesterday I wore shorts and my RYW tank top for most of the day. I did a 23km circuit, enjoying lunch with epic views, walking by Madre e Hija lake (mother and daughter), I walked barefoot for awhile to feel my feet on this sacred ground. There is such pure energy. This energy of nature, of the divine masculine and divine feminine. These mountains providing a container, a watchful eye so the feminine can flourish here. I feel it. And I feel this shift within me, this softening, this allowing. Releasing these German farm girl, 'I can do it all my self' roots. Releasing this need to take care of others, when it is I who need to be held. Allowing nature, allowing the masculine to serve me so I can flourish. The masculine within me and the masculine around me. 

And so today as I was leaving my hotel room, I met Alex, and we started sharing traveling stories. I told him about my writing, my travels and how I felt guided here to explore these energies of the masculine and feminine. We had this lovely conversation where I so owned my history, my values, my views, being an energy worker, leaving the system to follow my wild. It felt so lovely to have this man be curious, to want to learn more about me- the real me that is showing up more and more in my interactions with men, with the world. Using words like divine feminine, divine masculine, energy worker, guided, intuition. All of these sacred parts of me that I've been keeping under wraps for fear of NOT being loved. And as I step into these parts, as I share a dinner last night with a beautiful Indian man with such brown eyes and we share stories of our inner and outer travels, as we speak of Reiki, Paulo Coelho, our love of Sci Fi, our darkness, our light, about how I ditched War and Peace and started reading light fiction because my brain needed a break and I don't even care about War and Peace I just thought I HAD to read it, as we are more present to one another, as we laugh and share a delicious meal together...I am aware this is happening because I am showing up. Because I am allowing all of this truth of mine to emerge and shine, because I am delighting in it, in me. In being intuitive, in being empathic, in being so imperfect and so full of love. This is happening because I have done a lot of healing to come back to a place of believing there are men here who will take care of my heart. Who want to take care of my heart and me, as I am. 

And it is this gift of the divine masculine protecting me, strengthening within me and around me that is allowing me to flourish. Not the masculine I was raised with or witnessed in our culture but rather this divine masculine that honors and reveres my intuition, my bodies wisdom, my heart, my emotions. This divine masculine that understands we need these emotions, these tools and gifts of intuition, this ability to be, this connection to nature, to each other to thrive, to flourish, to be nourished collectively and individually. 

This masculine that understands it is here to serve me so I can be soft, so my heart can stay open, so I can stay in my body. So I can do the work I am here to do and values that work. This masculine that wants to carry my luggage, make the dinner reservations, book me a massage, Money is masculine. So having been single I learned to let money be my lover: to use money for massages, for cabs, for bellman, so that I can stay soft, tender. And now I am ready for the masculine in 3d form. So whether it's the arms of the Italian holding me in bed, the peaks of these mountains holding me as I walk barefoot through a forest, a man carrying my luggage. Sharing stories with the beautiful Indian Man. I am melting. I am softening into my wise woman. I am coming back to the harmony and balance within myself.

And this is what I believe is the thing happening right now in the world. This reclamation of our wild hearts, our wild emotions, of nature, this swinging of the pendulum from the value of the linear, the intellect, the rational....the feminine is swinging it to emotions, to intuition, to communion. And we are all finding that balance within us so we can show up in the world in harmony, and as we do this we create harmony within our systems: our bodies, our emotions, our minds, our spirits, our families, our work, our communities. 

And Alex says he sees women on this journey but not men...and I reply I am meeting more men doing this work, especially young men. At Burning Man, during my travels and how excited I am to be meeting these men, because I need them. I need them in my life to support me, to nourish me, to serve me so I can travel and write and share and stay in my open heart and be love in the world. So I can be in my intuition, so I can reach out with touch to heal. I am no longer interested in doing it alone. I know I can. I have for years. And yet with support there will be so much more to give, so much to receive. And now I welcome men into my life to support me, to nurture and nourish me rather than the good girl teachings of me nurturing and nourishing them at my expense. When I am full I will give, but no more giving to receive. No more giving from depletion. I welcome in good, kind, conscious men into my life. With gratitude, with delight. 

And so I say so much of this to Alex, this new friend from Toronto. And after I share my grand vision of the world, of the masculine serving me? After I feel so delighted in showing up in my truth and speaking from my heart?

Well, I say farewell and then carry my suitcase down the stairs…it’s a work in progress.

I have an appetite...

I think one of the hardest things in breaking out of this good girl upbringing is breaking the rules. All of these constrictive rules that were never meant for our light to shine, And instead create an artificial light. WINNER! SMARTEST! BEST BODY! All of these things, these bullshit goals, awards that have no heart, no soul no love in them. There are no love in these rules, there is only confinement. Standardized testing are you kidding me? Jesus. If that doesn’t suck everyone dry around it. These are the rules that are meant to be broken.

So each day i am telling myself “no rules, screw the rules” and something deep inside me feels more and more free each day. And this really is one of the cycles, the layers I’ve been going through. I don’t want these rules anymore. I thought these rules were the guideposts to be love. Follow these rules, you get loved. So I am letting them go. They do not add shape and structure to my life in a meaningful way. They constrict and dry me out. My pleasure is too vast for these rules. Play and adventure all over the world. Delight, pleasure, freedom, expansion, all over the world.

And with each rule I break, large or small, I feel my true appetite coming back. Just how much MORE I want from this thing called life. 

And I’ve broken some pretty big rules:
Leave a good marriage from a great man- breaking the rules
One way ticket to Kathmandu for your pleasure- breaking the rules
Saying no to holidays with the family- breaking the rules

And now, not having a ‘home,’ no car, traveling for my pleasure, to create more communion, intimacy and love in the world. Breaking the rules. (but whose rules is the question I keep coming back to)

I am really getting into this rule breaking thing. Layer by layer, releasing these adaptations, these unconscious agreements with the world, with myself. Saying…NO, that actually does’t feel good to me, or resonate with me at all. No thank you. I am going over here and going to create the life that FEELS rich and juicy to me. 

I am so much more comfortable with some parts of my wild being in the world now. The woman who dances on mountaintops and rocky outcrops, who hikes off trail. The wild me who dances at beaches. Takes herself away for her birthday. Walks through NYC at 3am. This is a side of me I’ve come to know, love and trust. And there are other parts of me that are still domesticated. Still adapted. 

So every day I am trying to break some rules and to honor my true appetite. To notice where I hesitate and move through it. So yesterday I ‘broke the rules’ by taking three pieces of breakfast cake with me for my bus ride north when the sign at the hotel buffet clearly stated that all food must be consumed in the restaurant. I broke the rules by taking two of the hotels napkins to wrap up these cakes.

My good girl was pretty ecstatic at taking one, then I took two. Then when I was sitting at my table, I realized I wanted more. So I went and got another piece. And it was a bit uncomfortable to have this plate with three pieces of cake on it. I felt piggish. I wondered what others thought, this woman sitting by herself with three pieces of cake. Of course she is going to take some with her, or she couldn’t eat all of that herself. I thought of lies to tell, ‘I’m going to write for a few hours in the lounge.” And at the end, I wrapped them up in the hotel napkins and put them in my purse. Feeling a bit delighted, a bit deviant, a bit piggish. 

And as the rules, the constriction dissolves with each new action of truth…with that comes the space for the new, for my true appetite to emerge. For my greed to have a place in this world. And as we heal, as we release the constriction in our hips, our hearts, our head, as we move through this old energy, we bring in the new. 

With ease. Without all the work

Another layer. Out with the old, in with the new. 

And so I can dive into a deeper wild, I find myself diving into a deeper wild within myself. And I know this is why I am here. To come back to myself with more truth. With more grace. With more softness. With more respect. To give space for this yearning that has been within me to have space to emerge, to be seen in the world, to be met by the world. The beauty of my appetite for love. The truth of my appetite for life.

Because I have an appetite. 

A huge appetite. I have an appetite to travel the world- to walk the highlands in Scotland,To taste the most delicious Scotch, to see the heather in full bloom, to dance around the fire at Beltane, to hear celtic music live. To explore the beauty of Iceland, to camp under the stars on a night with no clouds, to walk this wild land. I desire sunrises and sunsets all over the world.
I have an appetite to have lovers all over the world. To have these incredible men supporting me and nourishing me. I have an appetite for beauty: to stay in beauty, to be surrounded in beauty. I have an appetite to be adorned in incredible clothes and jewelry that honor my essence. To be surrounded by the most stunning flowers. I have an appetite to be in nature, to see the deserts, the mountains, the salt flats, the red rocks. I have an appetite to sit around the table with world leaders and flirt with them, to show them the beauty of the feminine, to take their hands into mine, to gaze in their eyes and shower them with love.

I have an appetite

At times I have settled for wonder bread when the world wants me to be eating german brown bread, in Germany. Because I have gone to some of these places and yet I have not been fully present with my appetite. My good girl feeling guilty to be so blessed to travel and have the freedoms I do, that she thought this is enough. And it isn’t. It is a blessing, yes, and yet it is not my deepest truth, my true desires. Rent a bike in Amsterdam. Go to bellydancing class. Flirt with that sexy man at the park. Be greedy.

So another layer- no need for guilt and shame of my appetite. I am doing my best to stop denying my appetite or believing it is wrong in any way (that is domestication). Because I am not making up this appetite, it was gifted to me by the divine. So if I deny this. If I deny myself the make out with the hot Argentinian, the sunrise, the salsa dance, the chocolate…I am denying myself a gift brought to me by the divine in the name of some unconscious code to have my father love me. To have my family approve. To have my neighbors and strangers think I am good.

And I am good. And I have an appetite.

This appetite is finding its place in the world. It has been for years, one layer at a time, more and more of my appetite being out in the world.

Thank you more please.

Because I have the most beautiful appetite.

And the denial of this keeps me small, it does not get me the love I truly desire. 

And so this morning, I visualized myself ending all the unconscious agreements I’ve made to stay a good girl to be loved. I called in every greedy thought, every greedy desire that came my way…and I can’t wait for more because

I am falling in love with my greed, with my appetite.

Because my appetite is LOVE.

Because me pretending I am happy with crumbs, with wonder bread actually SERVES no one.

And yet we believe it does, I thought it did. I thought it served my family and my culture for me to go to college, to get degrees, to think I had to be people’s therapists, their savior, that had to throw the baby showers, that is what I do as a woman. And I pretended to like it. I pretended it was enough. When it never was, when it wasn’t even close. Because that was giving love as I had been taught by my culture…holidays cards, birthday presents, a fake smile…it wasn’t about me receiving and creating the love and life I needed to be fully engaged. To be out dancing in nature, to sleep on the rim of the grand canyon, to hike into the grand canyon and dance on a bridge under the moon. This makes me joyful. This connects me to my appetite. 

I’ve spent years excavating my appetite and not writing about it because of the shame I felt. How could I want more? Who was I to want more?

And here’s the thing. I want so much more. I want more touch, communion, sensual and sexual expression that I can even begin to imagine. I want to fall in love every day. I want chocolate fed to me, my feet rubbed, my forehead and hair caressed. I want to stay in the most stunningly beautiful places in the world. In tree houses, eco lodges, in tents. I want to be serenaded, courted, and supported.

I want my appetite to be met..but first I have to admit I have one. And I have to evolve it from what I thought it was. When I was younger it was a night in with Falcon Crest and ice cream, this evolved to 90201 and Melrose Place with wine and girlfriends, and then a DVR with my husband and lots of popcorn and an abundance of Oprah magazines. And yes I am simplifying things- there was much magic during this time too..but the thing is. So much of what I thought I enjoyed. I didn’t. 

I would have rather been out cross country skiing at night on the streets of Boulder than a frat party, but I wanted to fit in. I wanted a boy to like me. I wanted to be kissed. And this is what I saw as the way.

So it is this part of me that is growing up. That is no longer running the show. 

I am greedy for true love, for love my way. I am greedy to meet the people who believe the same and want to create this with me. I am greedy for heart intimacy, body intimacy. I am greedy to be worshipped, revered. I am greedy for this young part of me to know her absolute genius in her desires and her power, and her magic and her incredible astounding beauty just as she is.

And I am greedy, so damn greedy, for all of us to know this and honor this Because can you IMAGINE what we can create when we own our appetite for true love? For true intimacy and communion? Can you imagine what our families, our schools, our systems would look like then? It is the change that is happening this search for true love. I see and feel it and experience it everyday. Whether in Seattle, on a bus in Argentina. I FEEL IT.

We are starving for our true appetites to be met. We can be so undernourished in the ways that most count.

And so here in Argentina, I am in this wild nature, I am dancing at weddings, helping at barbecues, I am skinny dipping, swimming in lakes, tasting the dark bread, savoring the lamb, the sunrises, the rainbows. Because I am owning my appetite and my greed and not letting the good girl take the lead. I am teaching her, her truth is far more beautiful than anything she was taught.

And the cake from the hotel?

When I got on the bus, sitting by me were a mother and daughter from Holland, hosteling their way through this trip, speaking of the expense here. And the daughter wanted some food. So I took it out: this apple and seed cake wrapped in a lovely linen cloth and handed it to her. This gift of love for me and them. They gratefully savored it…I gifted another piece to a friend from the glacier outing yesterday. And I savored the other. Because I realize I get to have my cake and eat it too and there is nothing wrong with this. I don’t have to give it all away. 

Because I have an appetite.

How losing my mind gave me my life back...

I just realized, today is the 6 year anniversary of one of the most profoundly life changing moments in my life. The accident I don't remember, the fall that forever changed my life, my brain. my way of being in the world. A huge gift, a huge trauma, a huge pain in my heart and ass as my ego struggled to assimilate to a new way of living that, in truth, was so much more profound and beautiful, than anything I had been taught. My concussion, my amnesia, my 8 months of recovery changed the way i walked through the world. It taught me the gift and power of my empathic side, the gift and power of being so sensitive and aware of energy. It showed me how much i forced myself to heal to please others, when my brain and body truly needed months and months to heal. It taught me that too much noise is painful, that my system needs quiet and rest. It showed me that my left brain, that inner critic was not serving me in anyway. As my brain healed and that hateful, constrictive voice came back, it taught me I had to learn how to work with it, how to play with it, how to relax it so I could reclaim my essence and my life. My wild heart. My body. 

I don't remember the accident, I don't remember being in the hospital, i don't remember the countless emails I sent to friends every day telling them I had been hurt. I don't remember any of that. I remember my mom making me a tuna fish sandwich, I remember friends taking exquisite care of me. I remember that I felt safe. That I felt loved. I remember saying i would just spend a few days with my parents so I could remember to take my meds and that led to two weeks. I remember even then, healing from a traumatic brain injury and pushing it. That essence, that teaching so deep that even in that moment I could not give myself the space to simply heal and BE. 

I remember people telling me I should read Jill Bolte Taylor's book, Stroke of Insight and I couldn't imagine reading anything. I remember going to a friend's house weeks later for dinner with 5 people and having to leave early because it was too much noise. For 6 years I have rubbed the dent in my head as a reminder of my wise right brain, my capacity to read energy, that my heart is far wiser than my brain. I have had three more concussions since. But this was the motherload. This was the wake up call. 

The one that was gifted to me, to show my Aquarian, Valedictorian brain How. Much. I. Was. Missing. Out. On. 

I was missing out on LOVE.

I was missing out on living from my heart. I was missing out on loving myself. I was missing out on presence. I was missing out on life. Because my head was running the show. I have spent tens of thousands of dollars healing from trauma, from PTSD. to get my brain to relax, to surrender to the divine. Every day I work to get my brain to trust this force of love that guides me, Every day I have to use my tools to follow my body and hearts guidance. Some moments are shit shows, others are pure bliss. But everyday is a practice to live from my heart and my body. Because my brain wants to hijack it all. And don't get me wrong. I love my brain, it serves me in many ways- it helps me book tickets, hotels, adventures..but it is my heart and body that guide me there.

So thank you universe for this gift, thank you for reminding me of this anniversary. Thank you for having this beautiful brain, this beautiful heart, this wise body. Thank you for helping me restore balance in my systems. This 'accident' was one of they key moments in my life, though i kept shoving this gift aside so i could just get back to 'normal' whatever the hell that is. So thank you universe, for this dent, for this reminder. I am so grateful to be healthy today. I am so grateful that i found the healers to help my brain relax, that I am in nature to help it relax every day. I sit, looking out on the Argentinian mountains in this moment, knowing I am here, in great part, to this accident. to this shift, that without it, I would have never understood the strength of my heart, the beauty of my right brain. I would have kept living that data filled, left brained life and never surrendered to the fact that my true wisdom comes from a very different place. 

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

I have no memory of this photo taken in the hospital....

Letting my wise wild heart guide the way

This thing called love can be a great mystery to me at times. This thing that calls to me so completely and baffles me at the same time. This thing that I am untangling all I was taught about love that seems so counter to what my wise heart knows. My heart knows that love is all around me in every moment. That every moment there is magic to be had. My wise heart knows the value of softness, of tenderness, of hand holding, of snuggling, of cuddling. My wise heart knows this does not only come from my man. It can come every day from so many different people, in different ways. And my wise heart knows it’s time to welcome this energy if from a man. To stand for and create this is my life. My body and soul are craving it. 

I look at life as energy and i am realizing how limited I’ve been in my thinking of love. Because there are so many tones to love. There is parent/child love. There are caresses, there is buying a favorite bottle of wine for a friend just because. There is putting a flower on a table for a guest’s meal. There is reaching out and caressing someone’s forearm because you sense they need love. There are toasts at weddings, picking up hitchhikers, creating a barbecue for your friends to gather. There are presents under the trees. Photos of texts of flowers just because. There is laying on the grass together under the stars. There is ordering a stranger your favorite dish. There are invitations to orphan’s thanksgiving, gifting a glass of wine. There is letting the wild woman sit on the front of the boat because she asks. There is singing and dancing along a forest path.

All of this is love.

And I’ve experienced most of this recently, imagined some of the others and while my heart could take it in for the most part I found my head awfully attached to how love showed up. That it needed to a man. And he needed to pick me. He needed to approve of me. He needed to make the move. And I believe what I am creating this time around is me creating the love. Me knowing what I desire and asking for it. Me reaching my hand out, me asking to be held. Me allowing to ask and receive. And as my asks get more specific, bigger- I create more love for all of us. Maybe it is asking for someone to massage my feet for awhile. I create a moment for us to connect in quiet touch. Maybe it is asking to go sit on the dock and watch the stars. I create a moment for us to take in nature and beauty. Maybe it is asking to dance on the terrace. I create a moment for us to listen to music and have it move our bodies. Maybe I ask for dark chocolate. I create a moment for him to enjoy buying me something I desire and watching my reaction as I savor it. 

All of this is love. And I believe this is the power of women knowing their desires. Knowing the tones of love they need in the moment and asking for it…their man, their woman, their men, their women. their family, a stranger.  And, as I have learned, much of this has involved not having a man or rather, not relying on a man to bring me this love. But rather the universe. 

People keep asking me if I’m on my Eat, Pray, Love trip and I laugh because, no I am on my own journey. Although I felt for so long my journey, my story, was incomplete because I had yet to meet my Felipe in Bali. That I was missing out on the LOVE part of the story. But the truth is, I’ve been having an incredible love affair with myself, with the universe that has expanded what I now believe is possible in love.  I have looked into the nooks and crannies of my heart, my darkness and found more love there than I ever imagined. And with more love comes more room for creation.

Because all along love has been mine to create. And instead I’ve been reacting. Reacting from how I was taught, what I saw and experienced. Rather than stepping off of that path and creating my own. Well, I’ve been hopping back and forth between paths. My teenager so excited for a crumb, my wise woman wanting to be held. My teenager settling for a creepy man who was paying her attention. My wise woman knowing there are divine men for me to meet and so much more to be experienced.

And I feel like right now I am raising this younger part of myself to understand so much more of love, of what is truly possible between people and that it is so much richer, juicier, full of so much more possibility than we ever imagined. So I encourage her to look into her heart- past the hurts of missed proms, of not dating in college, past the abuse, past the disapproval and to tune into her heart and tell me the truth of what she longs for…sweetness, gentleness, romance.

So, it feels like this moment in my journey is about creating the love I truly desire. One that is full of extraordinary tenderness and passion. One that is full of quiet and wild living. One that is full of eye gazing, of hand holding, of nights under the stars. One that is full of adventure travel and sitting by a fire for hours. One that is full of knowing the maps of each others bodies and souls. One that is about being more vulnerable than I could ever imagine for fear of what it would bring. And the thing is, it’s the walls that are causing the pain, not the vulnerability. The vulnerability gets me direction, guidance, truth, it might also cause me to blush but I feel alive. I feel true and seen, most importantly by me. I feel more me and I would rather have this, than not. I would rather feel embarrassed than laying in bed wondering what if I had asked him to come up and just snuggle? What if I had asked him to join me for a drink in front of the fire and hold my hand?  What if I had been more brave with my love? What if I trusted my love and my way of loving more then what was taught to me?

We don’t need to adapt, we don’t need to deny our desires.  This is my epic journey, my Eat, Pray, Love…coming back to my beautiful wise wild heart bit by bit. Layer by layer. Coming back to love as my primary language.

And so in the dark spaces of today, with the new moon, with all this energy of love around me. I desire to be. To trust. To know that first instinct is full of love, is the very thing the world needs me to do- to trust my instincts with love and to act on them.

And this feels like no small thing, this understanding that is dawning within me that my heart matters. That my heart gets to be met in all ways, all tones. That my heart doesn’t have to compromise in love. Rather, it can grow and grow. it can cut through the barbed wired and be free. It can be met with the sweetest. softest love. It does not need to have walls around it, it does not need to live in fear. It gets to be held. so so gently. By myself and all that I create in this life. It gets to be easy, it gets to be tender. I can release the soap opera drama tones of love, I can release the will McDreamy and Meredith ever get together love. I can release all of that fear, that forcing.

And I understand it might take me awhile to completely believe this, to create this, I ask for grace and know there will be some pebbles in the path. But at least there are no longer the boulders that once blocked me so completely. This magical place of Patagonia continues to alchemize these old thoughts and beliefs. This old energy living within me. It continues to hold up a mirror of incredible love that allows me to soften, to believe again.

So thank you Patagonia, thank you new moon. Thank you human self for surrendering your agenda to be going all day and to instead be soft and gentle and allow all of this to sift through my system. Thank you water for helping move this energy through, thank you for the sweet view of mountains and water and sky from my window. Thank you for snacks so I didn’t have to leave my room. Thank you for putting the computer down and letting me cry some more as all of this sinks in. Thank you for sleeping, for napping, for resting, thank you brain for quieting down. 

Thank you love, for showing me the way once again.  

Spreading the LOVE at Burning Man 2014.  

Get out there and dance!

Yesterday I curled up on a chair with a view of the lake and watched the Mexican movie Gloria. It's been on my iTunes for a long time...but yesterday as I digested all that's happened these last few weeks, as I struggled with where I still bump up against being vulnerable, sharing my heart, with those words getting caught in my throat, with where my wild heart is still domesticated...As I digested so much goodness, so much love. As I realize I have so much more love to give and receive, I was guided to watch Gloria. I savored the ending of this movie (which is so worth watching, I included it below) if even for a little dance break.

I needed this reminder, that these past few years I have done the work and it's my time to be on the dance floor, to open my arms to the world and let the love flow. To dance my dance. To sing my song. To trust my heart. That my presence is my gift. To be tender, to be gentle, to climb mountaintops, to sleep under the stars, to dance salsa, to ask for hugs, to sit in the morning dawn of Patagonia. To savor each moment. To welcome in all these different tones of love.

These are different lyrics than the Laura Brannigan version I grew up with and seem so much more in line with what I needed to hear. The song is sung by Umberto Tozzi, which I love considering I've been surrounded by Spanish and Italian these last few weeks. 

Here's to the glory of letting our beautiful wild hearts guide us, so we can all give and receive more love. And have those tender and wild places that we all have within us met with great care. Here's to getting out on the dance floor and doing our dance.

Gloria,
You’re missing in the air
Your presence is missing
Warm innocence
You’re missing in my mouth that without wanting to names you
And I will write my story with the word

Gloria
Because here next to you the morning lights up
the truth and the lie are called Gloria

Gloria,
You’re missing in the air
You’re missing in the sky,
Burn me in your fire
Melt the snow
That freezes my chest
I await you Gloria.
Gloria,
Field of smiles
Water in the desert,
Open heart
Adventure of my mind,
My table, and my bed
Of the garden of my present
I await you Gloria

Gloria,
For whom the day waits
And while everyone sleeps,
With the memory invents
Aroma amongst the trees
In a magical land
For whom fog breathes
For whom rage breathes

You melting in her kisses
You disrobe provocatively
And I make shadows on the ceiling
Thinking of Gloria

Gloria,
You’re missing in the air
You’re missing in the sky,
Burn me in your fire
Melt the snow
That freezes my chest
I await you Gloria.

Gloria, Gloria, smiles (Gloria)
Water in the desert
(Gloria) open heart (Gloria)
Adventure of my mind my table
And my bed in my garden this you hope Glory

Gloria, (Gloria)
Field of smiles (Gloria)
Water in the desert, (Gloria)
Open heart (Gloria)
Adventure of my mind,
My table, and my bed
Of the garden of my present
I await you Gloria.