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I'm just learning the art of linking...wonderfully resourceful tool. I'm Tashe, and I am building a little something for myself at RightWordsToSayByTashe.com

The same type of something I was trying to build here...now I can marry the two. Hope you come by sometime and say Hi...

Be Blessed, Be Sexy, Choose Joy...

Ramblings on a Thursday Night

Ramblings on a Thursday Night

Updates and Good Vibes...

I've finished my first novel.
I can't believe I have finished my first novel. Ladies and Gentleman...Tashe has completed "Love's Groove."
I started it and I finished it.
Thank you, God.
This is so fucking huge for me.
It's the passion in me, manifested. It's the culminaton of an idea into reality, that's what this story, this accomplishment means to me. If no one ever publishes it and I have it only to myself, I'll still have another something that I said I would do one day and I've done it. And because I've done it once, I have proof that I can do it again. "Because still I rise..." Proof for myself when I make excuses and procrastinate, and proof for others that will support and therefore motivate me to manifest this passion, that this wonderful gift from God will be shared...This is no one hit wonder...these words to enjoy Will Keep Coming.
And we'll all experience continued abundance.
Sounds fucking good to me! LOL!!!
With love, I write words that not only engage a person's physical and mental selves, but their emotional and spiritual selves, too.
That 's why I've chosen to write; to reawaken and rejuvenate the hearts of my readers, my congregation of angels, whose support ensures success...I am so grateful.
...and I get to make you laugh and arouse you at the same time...
Priceless.
That's why I'm supposed to write.
Well, it's done and I'm very proud of myself and I'm sure you will all love it. It will stay in your nighttable drawer, I guarantee it.
Send some of your loving power my way and I'll remember you every day fer shur!!! The readers make it worthwhile...always the readers...
Thank You!!
Peace and Good, Good, Love

The Tree

Your leaves seem to drip and cascade
over your body…
Providing a curtain for privacy.
While the solid, steady root of you
grounds your energy to the Earth.
Your body leans
Slightly to the left…
And bends at a most inviting angle.
I sense that you're a little selfish…
And that your nature is Sensual.
You, a voyeur in a private room
that beckons me in;
to remove my clothes.
To dance and sway with Wind;
As it created music through your leaves.
The very tips, like fingertips
brush against the grass
Boasting of your gentle caress…
I'm hypnotized by your touch.
So under your canopy I sit
And close my eyes to the sounds
you whisper around me.
The wind participates in my seduction
As it swirls delicious patterns over my puckered breasts
And lifts the tiny hairs on my body…
Even they enjoy the caress.
I'm amazed by the texture of the grass at your feet
Thick and rich and earthy;
I sink my fingers in…
So thick, it resists me and holds firm.
As I comb it through,
each blade individually
seduces my hands, my wrists…
…and I want the seduction to spread.
To my arms, to tickle my armpits.
To the sensitive tips of my nipples.
Spreading, spreading; the seduction
Compels me to lie down…
And I take its touch with my whole body
The texture paints desire over my entire form.
The scent keeps me kinetic,
I draw it into my pores;
verdant, earthy scent
leaves a green stain.
On my hips, my knees…
My shoulder blade…
It appears that I've bruised you.
And you have left your stubborn residue…
So I will not forget…
I am aflame.
My own hands rub it in.
Greedy for it, I watch as the sun
And your leaves
Create patterns on my skin
that I trace intently with my fingertips…
Ever changing,
The Wind seduces still;
My fingers find every spot
On my grass stained body.
My throb suddenly feels yours…
…and yours is in frenzy…
Dignified, Tree,
Your LifeForce bubbles over for me.
…and mine is only human…
So I refuse to take it slow.
My already enflamed form
opened up and allowed the plunge…
Eyes squeezed shut,
my fingers
became wood…
impaling with feeling
to the very beat of synchronized
LifeForce…
Like a throbbing in my ear
I heard nothing but felt it with every Sense…
My fingers pinched and pulled on one hard nipple
While I imagined your leaves assaulting the other
There began inside me a mantra
A Cacophony of Human Sex Sounds
And I felt your roots quicken…
As if I'd said the magic words
necessary to free your Spirit.
Your wood penetrated my soul and
with my legs; it opened up.
My Woman's Rain spilled over
To regenerate the grass at your feet.
Your foliage smothered my sounds
And Nature's own surround sound
amplified my distress…
I stopped moving and absorbed your tension.
Taking from you
while I gave back
the essence of me
at your feet.
I felt the earth move…
And when my eyes could see again
My vision blurred
With unshed tears
As my body awaited
your descending leaves…
Fluttering on Wind
To land like your moisture
All over my body.
I accept your rupture;
and I am touched
by your gifts.
Spirits; with interconnecting paths…
You gave me your love,
Manifested in desire
And its glow lingers on.
I also gave my love,
Manifested in desire…
To you,
The Tree.

I'm not exactly a delinquent...

Okay, I have another space...actually it a myspace and I've been doing pretty well with it. Thus, this one fell by the wayside...Still, when I found that piece, The Awakening, I couldn't wait to post it here...so YOU could read it.

In case you ever want to check out My Space...
http://blog.myspace.com/ohhtashe

You may get some reruns but maybe someone else's insight may amuse/inspire you...Come on by...I've met some interesting people...

Also, I've been writing. "Groove" is going very well and I am trying to keep on that momentum...Had the disappointment of a rejection for a short story...hurt me a bit, as I thought the piece was fantastic and I don't like to toot my own horn. I couldn't quite understand what could have been missing from it...and I'd been so sure that it would be well-received...Ahhh well, them's the breaks...This novel will be different, I'm sure of that. It may take a while but someone somewhere, sometime will read that manuscript and say..."Where is she, call her now...Now! Get her over here and prepare a contract..."

Big Dreams...still, if I don't have them then what am I striving for, really?

Oh, and then there's the spiritual thang...

Ooh, I'm loving me some God!

Meditation, Affirmation, Light and Love Baby! Divine Communication, Intervention, Crystal Healing...Knowledge, Wisdom and Faith...did I say Love?

Myself,

First.

I'm learning that that's the only way...

to Authenticity.

Nice Place, though...enjoying my stay.

Sounds a little crazy?

That's okay...I am a little crazy...

But I'm also inspired.

Comes with the Authenticity package...

You see, saying it out loud is the test...the proof...

Don't you talk about it when you're in love?

Who better to love than God?

Don't you talk about it when your life is full of abundance and love and joy and truth and creativity and magic?

Gotta talk about it, this shit is REAL!


Life is Good...the only problem now, is that when you get off-center, become unbalanced, forget Your-Self, you really feel it, you really know it, you cry and yell and frown and lose patience...you stagnate, you falter and lose focus and you feel it...inside...So I try really hard to stay on track.

I got lots of help though...

I hope Your life is blessed.

I'll be back soon...

Peace and Good Love,

~Tashe

The Awakening

This morning I woke up and there began the dream. The sweetest dream I ever did dream. Something made me turn and look...
Magnets?
Drawn to your profile, you lay beside me, and I remembered
That there was you...
I surrendered to the simple joy of taking you in
Remembering moments past, present
I look towards a future that includes not only me - but you
with me
With hand placed over heart
I thanked the Lord for another day.

This morning I woke up and while I reflected on the Higher Being that had brought you into my life You turned and looked upon me. The light in your eyes I felt before I could see...more magnets pulled and drew me. I gaze upon you and I remember how a smile makes use of your face...
Beloved dimples winking while your eyes reflect the light
which warms me now
As mine eyes meet yours I feel the electric shock of a million points of light and I'm blinded
By the love in your eyes.

Would this be the morning that I wake up to experience a love so pure? You reach for me and I turn away...for to feel your touch and experience what can only be called the
Or-GAZE-mmm
Is just too much - and you know
I feel you smile against the warmest part of my neck.
It's started -
...the goosebumps are at play...They skate, the slide, they prance and dance along my dermis. A chemical reaction which causes me to remember the technical terms of body parts and functions...I laugh to myself; this is hardly the time for a biology lesson
You interpret the laugh as encouragement
Your fingertips have commenced their private wandering over my back...
tracing patterns like a mantra
Known only by you - and me
You mark me - an invisible tattoo
that means 'I'm yours'
Again...so I won't forget.
Could it be that no other hands have touched me in just the right place? With the right amount of tenderness or a different pattern was traced?
I close my eyes...
'Cause if this is a dream - NOT JUST YET don't wake me just yet.

Will I ever get used to waking up and knowing without comprehension, without explanation that as I regain consciousness and fall from sleep that we tumble awake simultaneously
As if lonely, even in sleep, we seek each other out. Travelling together in the other worlds...
Words are unnecessary as I test the theory again, this morning. Hand fisted innocently during sleep my fingers unfold to meet with yours. As your hand takes mine between the sheets - under the covers - our fingertips touch, and join as if to say,
I've found you, again...
Will we ever miss?
Linked by hand we move closer to share the heat accumulated overnight...Bodies connect.
The ritual continues as we share the same breath - the inward taking of precious air - not simply to sustain life
OURS -
express relief, surprise, JOY...

I become fully awake as your lips graze collarbone. I settle deeper into the covers for this is a show I cannot miss. Although I know what happens next, there are no reruns in this reality. Our hearts and eyes communicate
Soto Voce...
Without words you understand what I need and you know what I want; I'm content to wait...Patiently, anxiously I wait as you increase the tempo. Rhythmically, you are working me into frenzy..and what happens next; five minutes or the next three hours, becomes insignificant.
Shhhh....you whisper in my ear; which does nothing to ease the 'please, Baby, please' causing me to buck and weave my fingers with yours as soon as I can untangle them from the sheets...
You send me
Unprepared...I embark on a fantastic voyage
Where the grass us greener than any green I've ever seen. Where the colors in our rainbow mix and blend to create shades never before seen with open eyes. Colors created in the heart.
This is how I experience you, Love.
And again, this morning I ask myself as I turn to you I ask
Is it the falling asleep in anticipation or the awakening that I love best?
(c) Tashe 2001

I wrote that for my husband...there was a time when everything I wrote, I wrote for my husband.
I just asked him if he remembered it...
He did.
That's why he inspires me.

Devon loves Geneva...

This is a smidgen of the novel I'm writing. Let me know what you think...

Some history...

She's Geneva, he's Devon and he's in love...So is she, madly, but she's being a little difficult because she's hiding baggage...

I do declare that what I am about to post here is the property of the one named Tashe. That's me! Enjoy...
"
“Son of a bitch!”
Geneva ground the words through her teeth and slammed the phone onto her desk and then lifted it again as if to heave it at the wall.
“Who was on the phone, Geneva?”
Geneva nearly snapped her neck as she turned to see Devon standing just inside her office. She hadn’t been expecting him to come back today. She hadn’t really been expecting anyone…and then this fucking phone call and now…Devon. Geneva took a deep breath and closed her eyes, preparing to get out of explaining herself at all costs.
“Someone who pissed me off. Don’t worry about it.”
“Don’t worry about it?! Woman, are you crazy? You nearly whipped your telephone into the wall. If there’s someone around you that makes you that ‘pissed off’ I think I deserve to know about it.”
He had a point, but she couldn’t explain what just happened to him without explaining more…And she just didn’t want to talk to Devon about Warren Bannaytne!
“Forget about it. I probably overreacted anyway.” Geneva came out from behind her desk and walked over to Devon. She took his hand and pulled him towards a chair and then pushed him into it. Throughout she never met his eye. She knew if she did it would be over. She sat on his lap and fluttered her lashes and smiled coyly. “I wasn’t expecting you back…but I’m glad you’re here.”
“Look at me Geneva.”
“Kiss me first.” She tried to drop her head for a kiss.
Devon pulled back sharply and put his hand around her jaw, forcing her eyes up. Startled, Geneva met his eyes.
“Tell me, Neva, does your pulse race because of me, or the person on the phone we’re trying to ignore? Look at you. You can’t even look me in the eye. What’s going on?”
Geneva brought her hand up to cover his and put the other on the side of his face. Emotions; frustration, anger and fear, strangled her words. “Devon, Please. Please, just trust me on this, everything is fine…”
“Then why are you shaking? Why won’t you look at me? Why don’t you just tell me what just happened - what keeps happening that makes you like this; and makes me like this. I feel strongly that something’s going on and you won’t tell me; it makes you scared, which in turn makes me scared. I like to know what’s going on, Neva, I keep myself safe that way. I’ve learned that it’s necessary to follow my gut when my gut tells me something’s up. Yo, something is definitely up…”
“I wouldn’t let anything happen to you…”
“Geneva, I’m a man. I can take care of myself. You’re scared of something…I don’t think it’s me so why can’t you just tell me what it is?”
“Devon, it’s business. It really has nothing to do with you.”
“Are you lying to me, Geneva? I hope you’re not lying to me…”
“I’m not lying to you.” I’m just not telling you everything. “Look, Babe, I can handle this. It’s not your problem, really. Let’s not make it our problem. I have a business and I handled my business before you got here, you know?”
“Are you trying g to piss me off?”
“I didn’t mean it that way and you know it. Why do you want to fight, Dev? Remember how good things feel when we do this?” Her mouth pressed against his softly, her tongue reached out and invited his slowly, her breath cooled every heated stroke, scented; with everything Geneva.
Devon fought the urge to just give in. And he fought the urge to push her away. Something was wrong; she’s not telling… and she’s kissing him senseless. Warning bells were surely going off. Luckily, he was mad enough to fight the urge to do anything. Her tongue swiped over his lips, top, then the bottom, massaged each corner, and then pressed in between. Naturally, he kissed her back. All of it; all of what she gave said something about how she felt. He was feeling her kiss, checking for doubt and duplicity.
All he felt was love, love and care and passion. God help him, there was always passion. And it clouded his mind and it let him allow things that he would never allow at this stage of the ‘relationship’ before. It allowed him to let her keep her privacy as long as she continued to kiss him just like this. It told him that she loved him – and that really was the bottom line…still, trust came a close second. Devon pulled back from her persuasive lips before her teeth snagged him and brought him to his knees. He was well aware of his weaknesses. “Kissing you is…kissing you is great, but trusting you is far more important right now.”
“What have I done that you can’t trust me?”
“What have I done that you can’t trust me?
“Devon, I trust you with my life…I trust you with my heart. My body is quite under your control…Please, Babe. Let’s not make this more than it has to be. That phone call was old business. Old business who wants to be involved in new business and won’t take no for an answer. That kind of shit pisses me off. I overreacted. Now, we’ve wasted enough time with this…Honey, kiss me like you mean it.”
Devon couldn’t resist. He kissed her like he meant it, because for him, that wasn’t hard. He could spend a lifetime indulging her request. When he was done she dropped her head to his shoulder. Devon smelled her hair and stroked her back. All signs of her earlier stress reduced to ashes under his thorough assault. “Now, that’s how I love my woman. Relaxed, happy and properly kissed.”
Geneva laughed and tightened her arms around his neck.
“You know I care about you, don’t you?”
“Yes, Devon. I do.”
“You’re not in any trouble are you?”
She tipped her head back to his and kissed his mouth gently.
“I’m perfectly safe.”
“If this person bothers you again, I don’t mind intervening on your behalf…as a matter of fact, why don’t you send the old business my way? Maybe my business is as good as yours and then you won’t get pissed off and you can concentrate on other things…” Devon brought her head down for a kiss that was as powerful as it was brief. “Let me have a business card, I’ll call myself.”
“Why would you bother?”
“You nearly broke the phone into a million pieces! I don’t like to see you mad. If it’s business that they’re looking for, I’ve always got some of that. Let me help you…”
“I don’t need your help.”
“Geneva, it’s nothing…”
She jumped up from his lap and walked over to the mini fridge in the office. She grabbed water, opened and drank from it. “Why can’t you just leave it alone? I don’t need you to fix my problems. I’ll handle those on my own. Why can’ t you just trust that I can handle my shit?”
“I do trust that you can handle your shit, but, what’s wrong with sharing your shit. Why can’t you tell me what’s happening in your life. Why does a phone call late at night make you stutter? Why are you afraid? Why all the secrets and ambiguities? You have secrets, Geneva. You hide things from me and for the life of me I can’t figure out why?”
“You’re imagining things…you’re making something out of nothing.”
“I love you Geneva.”
“You’re making problems where there’s none.”
“You’re not telling me the truth.”
“There’s nothing to tell!”
“Tell me you love me.”
“Devon…why are you doing this? You know how I feel…”
“Then tell me; tell me how you feel.”
“You’re going too fast.”
“I’m going too fast?! Geneva, you’re with me every step of the way! I can say it. I’ve been saying it. I’m in love with you. I love you. If I’m making problems where there are none, how come you can’t tell me you love me when every time you kiss me, its love. Every time you take me into your body, even when it’s with bone-crushing intensity, you’re making love to me. I use words...”
“Well, I use action.”
“Yes, you do, and you do a mind-numbing, heart-wrenching job every time…”
“…and still it’s not enough!”
“No, it’s not enough! I’m more than flesh, Geneva! I deserve the words to tell me how you feel. I deserve a response to the words I say to you from my heart. You’re showing your love with your body, you share it with me with no hesitation. You lavish mine with attention that defies description, you’re giving and open and sensual. You’re authentic and sincere; everything wonderful. You’re eyes fill and flash and flare with the extent of your feelings every time they land on mine. Why deny me your thoughts, Geneva? Why keep me in the dark about who you really are? Why not share?”
“Do you really need everything to believe?”
Devon recoiled as if she’d slapped him. “What I’m asking you for you see as everything? I’m asking for too much? Consider what you get…since the beginning, what have I given? For what have I asked in return? Haven’t I made it worthwhile?”
“Now you’re just being mean, Devon.”
“And what about you?! I’ve had to tolerate excuses and immature foolishness from a woman I know is well beyond that.”
“Oh, now I’m making excuses and acting immature?!”
“Yes you are if that’s the only part of what I said that you heard.”
“Devon, why do I need to share every aspect of my life with you to make you sure that I’m here with you?”
“I never asked you to share every aspect of your life with me. And I am sure that you are here with me. I simply asked you what was wrong; every time I sensed that something was wrong. I told you I loved you and then waited and got nothing, way too many times. I willingly give you everything I have; everything I am, every time I see you. It’s still not everything! The extent of my imagination knows no bounds when I’m with you. I have no fucking idea the limits of my ‘everything’, or yours. But I want to, and I’m making it clear…you’re already setting up boundaries…Yeah, that was the word you used…even back then. I’m going to go.”
Geneva said nothing.
Devon got up and rubbed his hand over his head. Then it dropped to his chest…as it usually did with Geneva. Devon stuffed his hand into his pocket and walked to the door. Geneva came to stand in front of it but maintained her distance from him. To say that it hurt…to say that her refusal to touch him affected him very deeply was not enough. His heart was way too involved with this woman.
“Don’t go.”
“I have to go.”
“Please Devon. Don’t go…”
“Geneva, I have to go”
“…as long as we’re together we understand. I just need some time to adjust. If we’re together, I can hold you and you can hold me…”
“Then why haven’t you held me yet? Why hesitate?”
“Devon!? I just can’t win!”
She wailed and threw her hands into the air. She turned to walk away and Dev caught her arm and swung her back. She landed against his chest and his arms bound her. He simply held her and his eyes bore into hers; hers bore back. Searching, he saw many emotions in her eyes. Some of which made him feel helpless and frustrated. Still, there was love.
“I love you.” Devon said the words and released her to open and stride through the door.
Again, Geneva said nothing, but her eyes never wavered from him. He felt it and hoped that it would be enough.
"

Inspiration for the Day...

THE POWER OF ATTENTION

There is great power in attention. What you pay attention to, consistently and over time, must respond. It has no choice. If you focus with belief in yourself and your ability to effect change, it must eventually give way to your attention. If you focus with personal power, building your center of truth inside, and acting out of that feeling of rightness and peace that is your center, receiving and acting upon guidance from your heart of rightness, it cannot help but begin to transform.

You may focus on an area of self-discipline. You may focus on outward events and people as well, but always from the point of view of what actions you might take and what attitudes you might shift internally, not in trying to force or control change in others. If you focus on a relationship with this in mind, that your goal is to connect more deeply, to understand the other person, and to shift your own responses and attitudes, you cannot help but succeed.

If you pay attention to an issue in your life such as weight or finances, give it your fullest attention and priority, being willing to see it through the obstacles that arise and the slips and slides along the way, if you keep your attention focused and your heart open and wiling to change as you go along, you cannot help but effect change. Change may be slow, but it is change nonetheless.

After all, you are the object of the change, and it is your attention that is focused. Begin with belief, belief that you can accomplish this change within yourself, regardless of the past. Know and accept that there will be challenges, challenges during which you will prove deep love for yourself by continuing with what you wish to accomplish, this great gift you wish to give yourself. Know that it may take years, but that you are worth years of focus and attention. Know, also, that every time you face the challenge and go forward, every time you fill yourself with courage instead of discouragement, that the angels surround you and applaud, lending you their support and working to make the world around you a bit brighter in response to your considerable courage.This is your life. Focus on it. Give it the attention it is due. Fill yourself with power and make your life your own.

Here is a mantra for you today:

I am my own best friend. I love myself completely and absolutely, exactly as I am. Everything has led to the moment, and this moment is perfect as it unfolds around me, through me, in me.

I am worthy of my own efforts, my own attention, my own focus. I am deeply worthy of the love I lavish upon myself, even as I feel the love that surrounds me and strengthens me.

I am love. I am light. I am the power of myself made manifest. I AM.

(Carrie Hart's Quado)

The First Piece I ever Wrote...

I just found this while cleaning my nighttable drawer. (Cain't trow anyting away...cha!)

This was a piece I wrote to my husband before he was my husband...back when he was the man that made my heart stutter then stop then start again...Back when I was desperately in love with a man that wasn't mine...

Still got him though! !P

Thought it would be lovely to share. Enjoy.

I Would Love To…


I would love to tell you
All that is in my heart.
Every hour on the hour
Everyday
I would whisper
Sweet everythings.
I would shout my feelings
For all to hear so that
Everyone knows
How you move me
There’s no fear in that
If you were mine…
I would love to.

I would love to feel
The weight of your eyes
On me, with me
As I go about my business
Pretending that you’re not there
With me, constantly, for eternity?
I would love to.

I would love to just sit
And think about you
All day
If they paid me I’d be
Rich, rich, rich
And you’d have everything
Anything
I’d spoil you
And I would love to.

I would love to have you
Lie with me
And whisper things funny
In my ear
And we would laugh
I could feel the rumble
At my back
The rumble deepness of your laugh
At my back
As you hold me
I would love to.

I would love to hold your hand
At the movies or on the bus
As we walk, nowhere
Freely
Holding your hand in mine.
To hold your hand and weave
And mesh all fingers
And thumbs
I would love to.

Oh, how I would love to
Kiss your lips
Feel them against mine
And know-
That we're home.
Honey, I'm home
When your lips meet mine
Touch mine, please
Mine are the only lips you kiss?
And to kiss you?
Shit, I would love to
Everytime.

I would love to hear
Your voice
Whenever I wanted to
Needed to
I would love to call you
But I can’t
So I wait
Because you’ll call
Sometime…Anytime.
You could call and we can talk
About nothing
I would love to

I would love to make love
To you and always you
Just the way we do
Like no one and nothing else
We’ve ever experienced
We could love freely, madly
Deeply…inside me completely
We make love…
I would love to

I would love to have June
In December
This December for Christmas.
Wrapped up in a bow…
Or June in January
To keep me warm as the snow
Whistles and blows outside?
Or in February for Valentine’s Day?
Be Mine
Or in March, for my birthday?
Anytime, but June in June
Because it’s too far away…
Oh, I would love to.

I would love, with you, to do
All the things I’d love to do
With you, only you
Today?
Yesterday, Baby.
Tomorrow.

Would you like to?

I would love to.