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This creative and conversational memoir style of blogging is embellished with photographs, sprightly texts, and gentle listening features.​ May these entries be as cathartic to read & to hear as they have been to conceive & to share. xo​

10/29/2013

Heaters or Huggers: Romance--or lack there of-- and Discovery

Its that time of year again!!!!  Time to find a cuddle buddy!  ;]

Its getting pretty darn cold out & I can’t help but to be jealous of the many friends of mine that are seeming to find themselves someone to snuggle into as the days feel more and more brisk.

The Fall/Winter cusp ushers in coupling much like Spring, I’ve noticed. Probably the beauty of the leaves looking cinematic and the beyond nip of the air have that magnetic effect it does, pulling us to anything warm –people greater than/or equal to heaters.

The feeling of those feelings from that certain warm bodied person you choose is pretty helpful in the warming of the body too.

Feeling romantic helps one to feel safe,
Feeling safe helps to relax our muscles,
which have the tendency of making us colder when tense.

Can’t you tell I got the heater mainly this year? ;P
– I snarl at that sapball of me!

I’ve had my share of seasonal loves in the past, but I am finding myself feeling a bit sorrier for my lack of romantic love this year. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t like going after love for romance sake – I do much better viewing the world through rose-colored lenses while in monk fashion than coupled with another I feel more suitable spending time with platonically  (who wants to muddy up a good friendship?!).

I bring the woes on myself, I know…

The sap couldn’t help by continued when my roommate and I were talking about how there are unending worlds to discover within a person. She had heard of a couple, after 70 years-old --or maybe after 70 years of marriage-- insinuating there was nothing ‘old’ about their relationship;  there remained a sense of insights still to be gained about the other.

The majority of ones life being with someone than without someone, & still not feeling like you know the majority of the nooks and crevice of that persons mind, body, soul.... and it did not seem like it wasn't because they did not try or were not paying attention.

As many thoughts of late, I can’t help but wonder if I am misplacing the love I am hoping to receive and to share. I’ve had way too many synchronistic experiences in my short time on this earth to not believe in a kind of divine timing, so I believe only purpose sits at the core of my time of solitude.

So in my singleness,
is the cuddling and the romance that which I am after,
or are my cold and lonely winter nights more cold and lonely,
because I am not treating myself like the mystery to unravel?
What mysteries and newness of who I am,
How I am feeling,
am I overlooking?
Neglecting?

Besides, I believe it will be more beneficial to spend this time revealing the mysteries of myself presently, before the time for me to spend the rest of the majority of my life with someone and their mysteries, than without them.

If such a life is even in the cards for me...
Maybe a piece of my own self discovery process has to do with helping me appreciate heaters more fully :]

Whether its with a heater or a cuddle buddy, or a combination of both,
Keep warm and safe!
Cause you are loved,


Mom
10/29/2013 03:23:14 pm

You always have the love of God, family and the warmth of yoy blankie :)

Tabitha Levine link
8/8/2021 07:30:11 pm

Hi thankss for posting this


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