A Well Read Woman…

I am currently writing at 3:15AM. God this night life world. The three to eleven shift is killer on your sleep patterns. I swear I am forever trying to wind down from work and thoughts and such. I had massive plans to sit and write tonight when I got off, working on a new little story that has interested me, but there sat my girl friend and I sipping our after work stouts, girl talking for a change. And gosh darn it did it feel good.

We rarely end our nights at the same time as she’s a server and I’m cheffing it and cleaning the kitchen. So it was a rare treat.  So was getting to finish a glass of port. Delish.  I was having a giggle over the port because one of our marvelous other servers was warning me that it would put ‘hair on my chest’, to which I laughed because I had already tasted this port since it is the secret ingredient in my cranberry port sauce.   They were a little surprised when I knew what it was and what to do with it. I was relaying this tonight to my family and we were discussing the marvelous line from Lisa Kleypas,

 

“A well read woman is a dangerous creature.”

Gosh do I love that line. I mean, it’s one of those things where I don’t spit off what I know, but at times… you will find that I know a lot of things, and I read a lot. I may not have traveled the world, but I know things. It reminds me a lot of the quote from Oscar Wilde :

I think that you can be over educated in where your head is so far up there that you can’t see reality, but I digress. (And I love this image and quote above. I have it in an old journal because I love it so much)  I think that I have had the luxury of being able to read so much, and write, that I know things. I don’t mean to brag at all. It’s just kind of a fact. I love to absorb facts and tuck them away and apply them. And working in a restaurant, and talking to people that have lived a more full life than I have, I think they forget that just because I haven’t done something doesn’t mean I don’t know it. I drop little gems on them here and there and get to giggle in the awe struck, or horror struck look on their face. Sometimes it is super funny. Like tonight and the port. It was funny to me.

I am looking forward to being able to do more writing in the days to come, and currently I would say I am at my writing group in spirit. I’m waving to all of you ladies. this stupid three viruses and work and exhaustion is getting to me, but one of these Saturday I hope to get in to my group and write.

What are all you lovely dearies up to these wet and rainy Saturdays? Anyone else have some fun quotes you love that are modern and classic? I just threw two quotes together for this post that relate, but one is from 100 years ago or more and one is modern. Mix it up people and drop some on me. I love good quotes to live by.

Kate

On The Persian Rug – Flash Fiction

tumblr_mxqu06swUg1t5bhezo1_500He found her lying on the Persian rug in the old library. The late afternoon sun shone in through the tall windows creating rectangles of brightness on the old red and gold rug. She lay there in her green sweater and low rise jeans, worn so soft they moulded to her every curve. Her sweater, a bright leaf green, had ridden up revealing the shadowed indentation of her navel and a two-inch strip of smooth and toned abs.

Her dark hair was spread out in a fan around her head; a halo  of night. In her right hand, resting between the curved mountds of her breasts, she clutched her small, black mp3 player. The earbuds were in and she was tapping her tennis shoes in rhythm. Her eyes were closed, but occasionally her velvety lips moved as she lip synced.

He was amused as he watched her, so relaxed, lying flat on the floor. He round an arm chair and sank into the red velvet seat to wait for her to finish out whatever she was listening to. He wasn’t in any hurry. The day was done for him and there was something relaxing and soothing about watching her spread out on the floor.

It was a quarter hour longer till she stopped her toe tapping. He had just settled fully into the seat, readying himself for a nap when she sighed and took the earbuds out and opened her eyes.

She tipped her head back and saw him watching her with a slow grin.

“How long have you been there?” her husky voice asked.

“Not long.”

“Why didn’t you let me know you were here?”

“Because. I like watching you.”

She turned a slight shade of rose pink, but didn’t answer as she tried to gracefully sit up and wrap the wires around her player.

“Shall we go get dinner?” He asked as he grabbed her hand to pull her up.

“Okay,” she replied and they walked out of the old room, her arm tucked into his, leaving the golden rectangles to shift and fade as the sun slowly sank.

It’s A Yoga Thing – Day No. 8

There is something about yoga that screams ‘woman’ to me. The lines are long and sensual along with the movement. While yoga was traditionally a male enlightenment thing, it has become predominantly a female thing, especially now. The flowing movement and strength is the epitome of Woman.

I have loved yoga for a long time, though over the past few years, I have not been as diligent as I should be with it.  When I am stretching and flowing through the moves, my lines are long and lean and I can move completely different.  As a joke I read in regards to doing yoga says, “Anyone can bend over and touch their toes. Just bend your knees.”  Sure, you can do that, but oh, to have straight legs and no bend… Now that is what I say is yoga. Okay, really it’s just stretching, but when you are doing yoga, it’s much easier.

I’d say too, that having a yoga muse really helps to keep one flowing and moving. For me, I adore Natasha Rizopoulis, and I first started really trying to be better at yoga when I picked up the first dvd in the Yoga Journal’s    Step by step yoga journal.  Session 1, Foundation poses for strength & stamina, from my library. That was several years ago, and while I have never been able to complete the fifteen minute entire sequence, I still go back to the basics of that routine when I feel the need to get back into yoga. It’s basically a sun salute and then a more in depth sun salute. It’s actually really good.

I also really like Katherine Budig also from Yoga Journal  is amazing to watch. Plus I like listening to her voice. I have found that if you do not like the person explaining the yoga, then you are going to get annoyed. So you have two gorgeous women explaining how to stretch, breath, and move in very graceful lines and I look at them and go, wow. I want to have that strength. This coming from a girl who gave up on the Plank challenge one day into it. I just have not been able to keep it up.

But I feel amazing when I am practicing. I can run better and I just feel more like a

Petra's Yoga Poses around the world

Petra’s Yoga Poses around the world (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

woman. Subtle strength. Something we all have. Inner strength. We may not be able to lift 100 pounds, but we can manage a household and kids and shopping and jobs and a  man and and and….. it’s that inner strength I’m talking about. Yoga is the epitome of that. Don’t you think?

And on a side note; another thing I love is tai chi. Graceful flowing motions that show a control that is rather amazing. I’m not exactly good at tai chi. In fact, I’m quite terrible, but I’d love to be good at it.

What is your thought on yoga? How do you view it in regards to being a woman? I’d love to know what you think.

Kate

Up-pinned Hair

= me, right now.Via rainydaysandblankets

He watched her pin up her hair.  A twist, spiral and poof, it was done. Nothing more than that, but they way she could just do a few minor movements and have such an elegant look upon her head was spectacular in his mind.  She would grab a couple hairpins, prying them open in a flash with her sharp, white teeth, then jam them into the twist.

Then would come that moment when her arms would be raised up, that curve of her neck, a few loose wisps of hair along the hairline and his mouth would go dry.  That superb bit of her femininity was what made her so unique and special to him. It was the ritual. It was her.

I love this picture. It is superb to me. I love the femininity of the whole thing and it’s just so cool.

Signing off

~Kate