When I closed my eyes to sleep last night I saw raspberries. Big, round, red raspberries hanging voluptuously above me. I could feel their nubby shape on my tongue and taste the sweet juice when I pressed them to the roof of my mouth.
It is a good summer for raspberries. I have acres of wild raspberries and I spent hours picking them in the brilliant sunshine, imprinting their shape, color, feel, and taste on my fingertips, tongue, and psyche. I love my raspberries. They give me joy, they turn me on. They will give pleasure all winter with each raspberry tart and spoonful of jam.
What does picking raspberries have to do with anything?
Raspberries inspire me and feed my soul. They feed my art. They help me create. I adore what raspberries do for me.
What about you? What simple thing catches you unaware and turns you on?
Whatever it is--it is feeding your soul and creative life, whether you are creating art, books, legal briefs, or feeding children. Wake up to the beauty that is feeding you! It is living orgasmically.
It is simple. Easy. Love it!