puella
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Hello everyone, I think of myself as being in a rather extraordinary, and very wonderful position in my life. I am comfortable. I have been thinking closely about that. I think, generally, in this realm of ours, that 'comfort' can almost be a dirty word. We tend to look at ourselves and our lifestyle (generally) in the extremes...in the excitement of exploring the uncomfortable, in pushing the boundaries, in feeling, understanding and embracing the 'uncomfortable' and glorying in it. Not just the physical discomfort of bondage and discipline, but the emotional and psychological 'discomfort' of what can happen when real power exchange happens. For the first time in a very very long time, I am in a relationship where my Master has made my world that of the comfortable. I am at ease and feel genuine peace. The worrier in me, of course heheh, began to think.. oh dear...what is wrong. What is going wrong? I think that the older and more wise Jen is saying.... NOTHING. What I am sitting back and looking at is the very real experience I am having of a mastery I have never encountered before. There is no anxiety driving me to be better; there is no threat propelling me to 'achieve'. Rather, I am honestly propelled by the integrity of our relationship and who he is, and who I am individually within this relationship. Sitting back and looking at this honestly I can see that, for what ever good luck and reasons, I am (or perhaps have been brought to) a much more mature place. Comfort has allowed me to explore the depths of my true nature. The desire to please because of pure need and the delight it creates in this wholesome relationship. The desire to learn new things and grow (or even 'allow' to be grown) in places I have heretofore found 'scary' or as some sort of punishment in a genuinely happy, healthy and consensual way. In comfort I have found the space, in my head, in my heart and in a real home, to find (and perhaps to have had rescued) many, many more parts of myself...hopefully, parts which can be trained and utilized and grown to even greater potential. And I must say, it is an amazing feeling. And yet that word comfort still has niggling and odd connotations for me... and I can not quite place where they came from and why they are there. I just find it such an interesting dichotomy that I now really believe that without this glorious comfort... there really can not be any sort of meaningful relationship...and certainly nothing much of worth, health and longevity, and yet, by very nature, this lifestyle really is provocative in that it sometimes touches, sometimes dwells and sometimes pushes the boundaries of discomfort as its very core and definition. I would love to hear how you all react to that thought and how you find and live that balance beyond the immediate rush. Thanks, Jen
< Message edited by puella -- 6/6/2008 2:51:31 PM >
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