Get Sex Out of the Jungle
We recently bought the house and I don’t think the previous owner had cut limbs for years. The yard looked like a jungle. It was nice and shady and private, but you know those kinds of homes. Who exactly lives there? What goes on in there? It’s spooky and mysterious.
We ended up with a huge pile of limbs, branches and brush, but the yard looked, airy and inviting; not to mention that I’m not worried about the roof getting trashed by the branches brushing back and forth and ripping off shingles. We feel better about our yard and feel like we can move and work in it. Today, my wife planted a whole bed of perennials — Russian sage, black-eyed-susans, cone flowers. It looks fantastic!
I recently read a chapter of a book by Julia Cameron where she was advising artists who never finish anything to organize their studios and lives in order to finish. So often we artists don’t finish anything because we’ve got too much clutter around us and in our heads. We’ve got tons of projects started, ideas simmering and research begun, but very little crawling over the finish line.
I’m arriving at my point. I’m not much different in my sex life than I am in my art life. Since for me sex is a really creative part of my life, I treat it much like art — it’s a sort of art where the medium is relationships. The problem is that I’ve lots of sexual ideas, sexual things I’d like to try and stuff stewing on the back burner, but unfortunately, much of it is for later or when I think through that idea better. The worst thing you’ve probably done several times yourself: you wait until “the moment is right”. Do you have any idea how often the right moment comes along? We guys are usually sleeping or playing video games when the right moment occurs!
Try it! Clean up. Organize. Get sex out of the jungle.