

A NOTE ON PLEASURE: My body seems to be capable of feeling pleasure in many different ways. I discover more about this body as I age with it. There is the pleasure of bliss on my back at the end of yoga. The pleasure of the zephyr caressing my cheek in the sunshine. The pleasure of my legs sliding up and down bed sheets to wake him up. The pleasure of chocolate melting on my tongue when I have the patience. The pleasure of remembering a childhood. And the pleasure of looking in the mirror is entirely something different. Careful it not be too cerebral or it becomes almost clinical; picking apart reflections. Better to look out the window at the world than to stare into a mirror. The mirror tricks us into thinking there is pleasure in appearance. There is only pleasure inside. In the mirror, I stare into my own eyes until I break through to seeing my friend. I smile at her and she smiles at me and I tingle. The mirror is beautiful for a moment, the moment just before I close my eyes and drop inside my body. I have to be inside my own body for life to flow in any pleasurable way. -- Love, Cha --- And you?