Ajoleblon...A Cajun Tale

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Lafayette, Louisiana, United States
This journal is a bunch of rants about nothing. Mostly lighthearted happenings in the life of a woman who is very simple and who wants for nothing but greatly appreciates whatever is given. You will find nothing profound here but hopefully something that will make you laugh and that's what I enjoy doing most. Being humorous. Fight all error, but do it with good humor, patience, kindness, and love. Harshness will damage your own soul and spoil the best cause.

Friday, July 18, 2008

A Fantasy Kiss

This is my first attempt at writing something other than real life experiences.  This is a vision I had driving home from work yesterday (okay you have to do something in 5 pm traffic!!) and decided to see if I could put it in writing.  This is the result:

She was sitting on the wooden bench, a solitary soul, gazing upon the Vermillion hues of the sunset. The sun was moving just below the horizon, casting the last rays of the day upon her tanned skin. You could see a few years upon her face but she was quite content with herself and where she was in life, this was witnessed by her very relaxed and calm state of being. If you happened to be watching, perhaps you would think she was sleeping, but if you looked closely you would see the thoughts chasing across her face. A smile, a twinkle, and a bit of a smirk. Looking at her, made you wonder what was traipsing across her mind that made her smile so tantalizingly.

Perhaps she was dreaming of a kiss. A kiss from a handsome stranger. The kiss that she had always fantasized about. That one kiss that would erase all others. All of a sudden, her senses are peaked, she feels his dark presence before she sees it. She is scared to look. Her heart slows a few beats. Afraid that it will be nothing but her imagination playing tricks upon her once again, but no, when she looks up, she sees him. He is standing, with the sunset upon his skin, within touching distance and she looks at him with that, uncomprehending, slightly quizzical look. He smiles and nods as if he knows that she has been waiting for him. With fluid motion, he holds out his hand and she takes it with a knowing smile. He pulls her gently toward him but she resists slightly as she gazes upon his manly features. Her fingerstips follow her eyes over every feature of his dark face. She caresses his face in wonderment, as if she is scared by her mere touch he will disappear. She bites her lip in anticipation. Her fingertips touch his lips knowing that her lips would soon follow. She moves in closer and lightly touches her tongue to her own fingertips, teasing him with her hot breath upon his lips. He tries to pull her in even closer toward him but she stops him once again, letting him know with her eyes that he is allowed only to experience her and wrap his presence around her. She feels him tremble with unsatiated desire and she sees the telling emotions upon the shadowsof his face. As she moves a little closer she places her hands upon his chest. She feels the thunder of his heartbeat. She smiles the knowing smile of a woman, a woman who knows the effect she is having on him, but she teasingly prolongs that moment that will only happen once. The first kiss of lovers. Finally she looks up and lightly traces her tongue upon his lips and nibbles slightly on his bottom lip. Sucking ever so gently and playing chase with her tongue and the tips of her fingers on his lip. She teases and flirts with every slight breath upon his lips. He tries again to deepen the kiss...she resists by turning her head. She smiles broadly up at him, knowing it's almost time and takes his hand leading him toward the bench. His knees buckle from beneath him and his whole being melds into the bench....

She opens her eyes, notices the sun has finally fallen below the horizon, she turns slightly to look at him, and then she looks down at her empty hand and realizes he was merely the shadows of darkness dancing around her. She pulls herself up off of the bench and chases the shadow to her bedroom and watches it dance upon the wall.



Sharlene, July 2008

Saturday, July 5, 2008

Bikini's and Confession

Today I found myself in the confessional baring my heart out to our priest.  I love that man!  He always listens with an open mind and today I found myself laughing with him in the confessional.  He has an awesome sense of humor that I love and respect to the utmost.  When he first came to the parish, I was not too impressed with him because he tended to drone on and on without going anywhere.  I stuck with him and as he droned on and on he continued to laugh at his own ramblings and tangents.  I began to love them and find humor in them as well.
Today, there I was in the confessional with a dilemma, one I've always had because of my grandmother.  As a young teen roaming the beaches, she thought that it was disgraceful to walk the beaches in a bikini or swimsuit of any kind. (She's the one who never bathed without her panties on)   I grew up thinking that it was possibly not good to flaunt your body around.  Of course, I didn't listen to my conscious and continued flaunting,  but as I got older, I revisited that notion.  This past weekend, by the pool in Dallas, I found myself in my bikini flaunting.
This is how my confession proceeded:
Me:  In the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit Amen
Me:  Bless me Father for I have sinned, it's been a few months since my last confession.  Father since my last confession I went to Dallas and missed Mass and wore a bikini.  I flaunted my body and I'm sure I caused other men to have impure thoughts.
Father:  <Silence>
Me:  <chuckle> Father, I don't know if it's a sin to wear a bikini and bare my body for all to see but I'm here to find out.  I've always wondered about that.
Priest:  <Chuckle, Snicker, Laugh>  "Depends on how you look in it!"  (I lie, he didn't say that!)
Sharlene : <giggles nervously>
Priest:  Well,  I don't know either but the sin is in the eye of the beholder.  Some will look at your body and see it as a Creation of God and others will see it with lust.  You have no control over how it is seen.  As long as you don't wear your bikini in church, I see nothing wrong with it.  A bikini is as inappropriate in a church,
Sharlene :  "as long johns are on the beach".
Priest: <laughs out loud> "yes"
Priest absolves me of all my sins and asked me to say the "Act of Contrition" which I never remember because of my nerves after confessing.  He says that it is posted right there for me to see at which time I have to inform him  that I'm almost 50, it's dark in there and I can't read it without my reading glasses.  He laughs and says "and you were wearing a bikini??!"
Sharlene:  <chuckle>  Yes, Father, is that a sin now?
Priest:  <chuckle>  No, go in peace, your sins are absolved, God Bless!
Sharlene:  <sigh of relief>  God Bless you Father
To myself, I said wow!    Destin here I come!! That was too cool and I left chuckling and giggling with such joy because it was like talking to a friend and sharing a secret.  I had a spring in my step and a heart as light as air.