Happy New Year

I thought of reviewing the past year - the ups, the downs, the highs and lows. I thought of saying something affirming about 2012 being the best one yet and all those sorts of things that people tend to like to say on December 31st. But then, something happened.

I'd said goodbye to three people, my husband and son had gone off to do some errands in town and I was quite suddenly alone. I stripped the beds, washed the sheets and pegged all the sheets on the clothesline outside (it's an antiquated notion, I know, but it does so please me to dry sheets in a gentle breeze) and it suddenly occurred to me that I could play any music I wanted.Yayayayay!

I started with Andrea Bucelli and a few songs into that CD I found myself with a desire to lay down. It was a gorgeous sunny but not hot afternoon and I cuddled into the couch and very quickly, I think, fell asleep. The old 'music machine' was on 6 CDs that repeat over and over and when I woke it was to Michael Buble singing his heart out. In that dazy state when you are neither awake nor asleep, I heard Michael singing 'That's Life' and I found myself intently listening to the words of an old favourite song of mine.:

That's life
That's what all the people say
You're riding high in April
You're shot down in May
I know I'm gonna change that tune
When I'm back on top in June

I say that's life
& as funny as it may seem
Some people get their kicks
Stompin' on your dreams
But I don't let it, let it get me down
'Cause this fine ol' world keeps spinning 'round

I've been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate,
A poet, a pawn & a king
I've been up & down & over & out
But I know one thing
Each time I find myself, flat on this face
I pick myself up & get back in the race

That's life
I can't deny it
I thought of quitting, baby
This heart wasn't gonna buy it
And if I didn't think it was worth one single try
I'd jump right on a big bird & then I'd fly

I've been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate,
A poet, a pawn & a king
I've been up & down & over & out
And I know one thing
Each time I find myself flat on my face
I pick myself up & get back in the race

That's life
That's life & I can't deny it
Many times I thought of cutting out
But my heart won't buy it
But if there's nothing shakin' come this here July
I'm gonna roll
I'm gonna roll
I'm gonna roll myself up in a big ball & die
Can't deny it
That's life

Dean Kay and Kelly Gordon, who wrote the song for Frank Sinatra could not have expressed my 2011 better than I could myself and so, I'm going to leave it at that. There have been good days and bad days. But, we all pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off  and get back in the race because, that's life!

Of course 2012 will be a great year because that is what we intend! And when things don't go to plan, well, we'll deal with that and take it one step at a time.

I'm providing a link to Michael singing 'That's Life' on 'The Today Show'. I chose this particuar one because it seemed like a party and it has a great feel about it.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q1UN-DYYehc

Have a very happy New Year's Eve and a wonderful 2012.

My best.

Living the dream

Today is the day when a very special friend of mine is having a very special day, so it is important to me that on my blog (which she will read!) all the serious topics are put aside for this day. My dear friend has taught me so much about submission. She has never once judged me, even though I feel sure she has had her doubts. She has kept an eye on me, worries about me and gently encourages me to do better; try harder; be stronger. I am the richer for knowing her and one of these days, before the year is out, we’ll be very naughty together and drink wine and shop til we drop, and more. Can’t wait!!

She tells me that I have taught her something, too. That’s a nice thing to say because she’s been a submissive much longer than me. She tells me that I taught her to have fun! Of course, like the bright girl that she is, she has turned my words on me several times over now and reminded me that without fun, submission is missing a vital ingredient. And, so it is.

As in so many aspects of BDSM, the word ‘play’ has an alternative meaning. We tell our children to “play nice” but in our sort of ‘play’ we rather enjoy being grabbed, pulled, bent and bruised. We experience an elevation of spirits that is a mutual gift of one to the other. Our hearts and our spirits soar and we feel for a brief time that we can walk on water. Play as a child was never this much fun!

My friend takes her submission seriously. This is not something she does but something she is. It is how she expresses who she is. Yet, really, she plays all day long; day in and day out. Say what she will in the heat of the moment (Yes, we girls do vent!!) she adores being a submissive girl: from the dress code, to the play sessions when she orgasms so powerfully, to the restrictions of her life which are many, to the deep love she feels for Master. Whether she is making a lasagne (for him, of course), or packing his bag and locating his keys, or bringing up their children so well, she is living the dream. ‘Living the dream’ is a little joke of ours, but you can be certain of this: she would not have it any other way.

So, darling girl, let me raise my glass to you and wish you the happiest of birthdays and many, many more happy birthdays to come.

And to Master: You have the most magnificent slave a man could ever wish to have. We slaves and bimbos don’t need much; just buckets and buckets of love. Do you think you can wrap that? Look after my girl well, wont you?!

Have fun, sweetheart!! Happy Birthday!!

P.S. Cindi sends her love and birthday greetings, too!

Spirit

With the holiday season in full flight, and Christmas just around the corner, it is not easy for me to say something that may touch the lives of all my readers, spread out as you are around the world with various life circumstances. Christmas is a time of new beginnings and much joy, but it is also a time of year that is very hard for many people who may be separated from their loved ones or who are going through a hard time.

I often talk of the importance and the need in a life, to give and receive love; to express the love in your heart. So, you would know that I am a big believer in putting other people first; in taking the time to make things right for others. Looking at it through a mother’s eyes, this is what Christmas is all about. We rush around buying just the right gifts, making just the right food and sending greetings to others to ensure that those we care about feel that love and care; that they are happy. Their happiness makes us happy.

There are, no doubt, readers out there who are not looking forward to Christmas. Things are not right in their lives right now and seeing other happy people around them only makes it worse. I encourage you to reach out. Is there something that you can do for another person? We are all in this together. We all need a helping hand, sometimes. A touch, a smile, a kind word can go a long way to improving the mindset of people, and the mindset of you. The spirit of Christmas is alive if you believe that it is. The spirit of Christmas lies within your heart.

My very first commenter on this blog was Clemmi and for Christmas, she sent me a beautiful poem. With her permission I share it with you:


Journey of the Angels

Somewhere in a winter night
the angels begin their flight
dark skies with miles to go
no footsteps, to be lost in now

They fly to you, Oh, new-born king
they fly to you, Oh, angels sing

One is sorrow, one is peace, one will come and give you sleep
one is comfort, one is grief, one will take the tears you weep

New star in a midnight sky,
in heaven all the angels fly
Soft wings so true
and all things they will give to you


Somewhere in a winter night
the angels begin their flight
Tonight all sing, Oh, angels, a new-born king
Tonight all sing, Oh, angels, a new-born king

Roma Ryan


I wish you all a very happy and joyous holiday season.

One hundredth post

The time has finally arrived. I've been waiting all week to write this post.

Today is my 100th post on this blog; a little celebration of sorts. I don't think that I would ever have started a blog of my own really without support. I thought about it, from time to time, but being technologically challenged as I am, I didn't take it any further than that.

One of the good things about doms is that they when they get their dominant card they are given a bag of tricks; a sort of reward for passing the course with honours.

When Deity decided to convince me to start a blog, he didn't say, "I think you should start a blog." Rather, inch by inch he led me towards making that decision for myself. He is a patient man and it took some time for the seed to sew, but eventually it did, and he expressed his delight. I'm not sure what you call that trick, exactly.

Today is the day that I want to say a very special thank you to my readers. I don't get all that many comments, but I don't have a problem with that. You see, I have my little stat counter there on the right hand side of my page and every so often, I have a look at the map that shows me where my readers live in the world. I'm delighted to see that there are readers from all over the world.

Some of my readers come and go fairly quickly. They note, I guess, that there are no sexy pictures on my blog, and nor is the word 'sex' mentioned all that often. That's okay. I have done the same thing myself. We want what we want, when we want it.

However, I do have a core group of readers who return to these pages regularly. Obviously, I don't know you and I most likely never will. Yet, you probably know by now, that I have a vivid imagination. In my mind's eye, I can see you. I imagine you sitting at your office desk, taking a coffee break and linking over to me. Or, I see you in your apartment late at night before you go to bed, having a quick read. What is Vesta on about today, you ask. Other times, I see you in your kitchen in your country house. You've put on the dinner, and whilst you wait for it to cook, you check out a few blogs, mine included. You live in busy, noisy cities and in quiet little towns. You are all a bit kinky and you are all part of the audience to whom I speak.

I'm delighted to have you all here. Alas, I can't make you a cup of tea and offer you a shortbread. That sort of hospitality is beyond the realms of possibility. But, I do want you to be comfortable, to feel part of this little group, and to know, that each time you drop by, you are entirely welcome.

Have a great day!

Still doing something right

My husband and I had the loveliest of days. In spite of the fact that he has so very much to do at this time, he wanted to spend our special day somewhere lovely with me. Like a good scout, I was prepared, having already got advice from a friend as to the perfect restaurant at a winery in our wine area, a valley less than an hour's drive away.

It was divine. We loved the ambiance of the restaurant, a bit like a beautiful French country house. The food was sensational and the Pinot Noir, lovely. The service was excellent and we enjoyed too the birthday party taking place next to us at a big table, perhaps the girl's 28th, at a guess. Her guests were an eclectic group and all beautiful and interesting in their own way.

We exchanged gifts. I had a pair of Ray Ban's for him which he loved and he had bought for me the special bracelet we saw while on holiday. He was enraptured at how well it went with the two silver bracelets I was already wearing. You see, I had been looking for something to wear on my wrist for some time. My dear submissive girlfriend had told me of the ribbon she wore on her wrist to remind her that her hands did not belong to her, and from that moment I knew that I needed some sort of bracelet to wear on my wrist. When my husband and I saw it when we were window shopping one evening at the town where we were staying, we knew we had found the perfect item. I won't describe it in detail for obvious reasons, but I will tell you that it has three silver charms - a key, a lock and a heart. It is the first charm bracelet I have ever worn and I love it. You can probably guess what I will be trying to avoid by looking at it on my wrist. I doubt I have to spell that out for you!

So, after we had shared dessert (and by the way, I didn't touch my spoon or fork), I went to the bathroom, as girls do. We had been talking over lunch of the "puss in boots". I had admired her boots and pointed them out to my husband. Whilst away,this girl had come close to him, to see the beautiful vegetable garden just outside the window by us. Of course, he couldn't help himself. He does so love to play:

"Excuse me, young lady, but I've been admiring your lovely boots."
"Oh, thank you."
"They're the kind of boots that could get a young lady into lots of trouble."
Giggle, giggle, giggle.
"I suppose that is why you wear them."
More full body, giggly gyrations.
"So, what is the occasion?"
"Well, actually, it is my birthday!"
"Happy Birthday. Is it a bit forward to ask for a kiss?"
More full body giggling.
"You'll need to get in line. The Italian waiter has been flirting with me all afternoon."
They both giggle and she proceeds back to her chair.

You just can't leave some doms alone for a minute!

We had a lovely, lovely day together, enjoying our games, and I'd like to particularly thank two of my readers, dear friends, for their lovely messages. I appreciated that a great deal. I feel very privileged to know you!

As the beautiful birthday "puss in boots" said to my husband, after wedded for this many years, "you must be doing something right!" And, so he is!