Women, Boobs, Prayer and The Blessing We Share

LesbosOnTheCouchby Beth C, one of the Lesbos

The length of my arm is about the length of my 2 boobs…and the length of both of my arms is filled by four boobs. These four boobs are mine and my love's….

The other evening my love and I and about 250 other woman danced and danced and danced and then danced some more…

 

There are many ways that I define myself…I am a woman. I am a lesbian. I am not young. I am not old. I am a little tea pot, short and stout. I have many handles and indeed, a spout or two. I am a spiritual being. I believe in God and I love the life I've been given and the love I have…

Out of my spout – I pray. Prayer is a big part of my life. Sometimes I feel that life is made up of prayer. It is as if I could just find the right prayer in and for any given moment, then all is right with my world.  I pray in the morning. I pray when I get in the car. I pray when I am at work. I pray while I work. I pray when I eat, I pray when I sleep. My thoughts are prayers and my actions reflect my own personal prayer. Not very many understand or see my prayer…or know my secret -my life as prayer.

 

The other night, as we all danced and danced…I felt truly blessed. I looked around; I took a deep breath…every breath was a blessing – every step, every jump, every wiggle and shake was a prayer, every song brought joy and togetherness and a unity that was so very special…it can only be described as prayer. And the prayer brought about the blessing which was and is the unity of the women, united in dance.

Dance and prayer…they go together…dancing with women is very special. Women love and care, even on a subconscious level. When I started sneezing…there were wave after wave of ''L'abriut! Lábrout!" – This is what we say, not 'Bless you – but 'to your health.'  Women, whether or not they are aware of it, bring about prayer into their daily lives; it is part of our identity. It is one of those things that unite us…and make us whole and fill our breasts with air and life…It is one of our blessings – whether or not we choose to recognize it and acknowledge its existence

Women

There are many ways that I define myself. I am a woman. How do I define women? Women are love. Women are warm. Women are strong. Women are life force. Women are a prayer. And together women are a blessing. We are a blessing and we are blessed

The length of my arms can hold four boobs…and this is my own blessing…and I pray that you too can feel this blessing of fullness and love.

Old Bogues, Rogue Toegues...Lesbos Beware!

LesbosOnTheCouch by Beth C, one of the Lesbos

My toes have gone rogue!

Here we are at this most beautiful and romantic spot. A cabin in the woods, complete with wood burning fire, Jacuzzi wine, champagne and strawberries…And what takes my mind away? My toes have gone rogue!

I know, it just isn't fair…we are here to relax and chill- a little 'get away from it all' time to ourselves…My wife's birthday and winter break…and I can't get away from all the weird signs of me…My body is metamorphosing into something new and exciting. I am indeed the older one in this marriage so it should not surprise me that things are moving without me…

Don't make that face…you all know what I am talking about….and if you don't, you will…The grey hair is a bit dryer and more –well just more that then the predecessor hairs of yesteryear…the boobs – they may not have the stand up and salute they used to have – but hey- they sure know how to bounce into any situation and swing into the middle of whatever may be happening…and then there are the eyes…and the arms, especially my freakishly short ones, that are just too short at the end of the day to read the shopping list…and how about those teeth? I should've saved the kids baby teeth to fill in the gaps in my grand and wide gapped mouth!

And now that my Heat Waves are in full motion, I can feel the burning away of the old cells and I pray that the new ones will be kind to this body…

And ask I bend my head in earnest prayer, I notice that my toes are also taking a new and improved form…the spaces – the spreading of the toes …ah but this must have been the answer to my last prayer that had to do with my clutsy tripping – Ahhh…the Lord does work in mysterious ways…She has provided me with wide spread toes ---huge gaps, just like between my teeth…this must be to get a better grip and balance…

Ah so maybe the gaps in my teeth have purpose as well…Yes, desert…I don't always remember to take a snack along. Now I can always find something spare in between the teeth for nourishment…Ah and the swinging boobs…ah…this must be…so that …well so that we can have that extra pillow in the armpits I've always dreamed of…and in a few more months, that neck rest we wanted for the couch…you know, the couch we lesbos sit on…like the one I am on now at this beautiful romantic cabin in the woods…oh, that reminds me-

HAPPY BIRTHDAY my love!

And who will be there celebrating with us at the One Billion Rising? Celebrate and Rise – for who we all are and who we all can be…http://lesbosonthecouch.com/