Reflection

I woke this morning with a headache and the usual longing below to be ravaged by Mr. feel Good (whoever he may be). I have sent up prayers to the Lord for a good, well built husband, who worships God and me only, cause mi nuh tink mi a guh mek it pon dis journey without one.

I've been wound up of late so yesterday, though seeds of a trip to Hellshire to have some fried fish and bammy, were planted in my mind, I opted for an early evening at home....alone. I took an hour to chillax from the day and listened to some inspirational tunes on Love 101 while sending up some praises to the father for my safe journey through Mountain View on the way home and in general, requesting a blessing on the life of each of my family members. Afterwards I was still a little tight physically, and chanced that my body would survive an intense workout to remove the excess energy and the other kinks, while battling hwat I hoped was not H1N1.

Stretching and straining, building muscle and thinking too much, I powered through an hour and was exhausted enough I thought for sleep. I was wrong. I couldn't seem to depart from my thoughts unholy.... I want sex...I know I can't have it, but damn, I want me some.

As I stared up at the beautiful sky, draped in the remaining soft yellow glow of the sunset, the irony was not lost on me as I took spoon after spoon of couch soup under the ackee tree (for what purpose would I use the added energy????). My dilemma notwithstanding, I settled my mind through prayer and nature and all was quasi right with the world.