Have you had your O-gasm today? I have!
First thing this morning, upon waking I laid eyes on this beautiful gift of sunshine. A jewel in the winter blanket of white and grey. This gorgeous orange sun from heaven burst open and catapulted my taste buds into O-gasmic bliss.
Have you ever looked at an orange? felt it? smelt it? licked the flesh... just a little? Let the first few drops of divine juice penetrate your taste buds? Beyond earthly pleasure!
In the stillness of winter find yourself a beautiful, juicy, o-gasmic orange full of life. Find a quite corner and for 10 minutes, silence everything around you except the sound of your own pleasure.
Smell the skin - deeply. Excite in the essential oils splashing your senses and awakening your healing place, your energy centres. Respectfully tear into the flesh and watch how it gives way to you openly, willingly as mother nature always does with no reserve, only forward gifts of abundance and pleasure.
Tune into the color orange that you have chosen to heal you. Is it rich and deep like the color in a child's immigration, carrying grounding energy and tonification to your stomach? Or is it paler mixed with hints of yellow, wanting and waiting to move up and into your spleen to embrace it with love and assurance? Whatever color, know that it is just what you need.
Don't rush. Take your time. Your phone starts vibrating trying to distract you from this singular pleasure - ignore it. Your child calls your name for the 10th time in the last minute - send them love. This is your time.
Softly feel the felt-like lining inside of it's skin. Rich in immune boosting properties and tender like the softest crevices of your body. Don't skip these parts, take a tender bite. Take the time and effort to enjoy the less obvious parts of this masterpiece. My mother always said this was the best part.
Look how nature has so perfectly divided up sections of repeating patterns of precise alignment. Reflecting the preciseness of the stars and planets, the process and the journey. It is all here in front of you, but you knew this all along.
Smell her - because you know this must be a her. With juice this sweet and colorful - it must be feminine... or is it?
Could it be the he? you know, THE he? The elusive perfect combination of masculine and feminine shining light, that loves his own being in harmony?
Open it. Listen, did you hear that sound of separation? The most beautiful, simple sound of giving. Opening into unison with life yet remaining whole onto itself.
Take one piece apart as if it is your first time.
Take it to your lips,forget who is watching. INDULGE YOURSELF. Feel your teeth move through the flesh so easily. Now your mouth is beginning to water. Your juices and it's juices want to play together... surrender.
How does your juice taste? Sweet to nourish your spleen and moisten your lungs, like a man with shiny eyes and a soft smile? Or is yours slightly bitter - medicine for your heart, like a woman scorned by love. Slightly abrasive but a tonic for your own pain.
Examine one single piece of flesh from inside. So perfect, so full of life like each cell in your body. Know that you are regenerating yourself with sheer life in this moment. You have just been gifted again, in perfection and wholeness from the universe.
Here it comes...the O-gasm. Feel it move through your entire body. Down your chest, under your arms, between your thighs, under the soles of your feet.
There it is, unison. You are connected to it all.
Can you live completely in this moment, can you let go? Can you fully receive this morsel of ecstatic bliss?
Save the petals/the peel for a luxurious bath with sea salt and candles to relive this moment again later.
Smile to yourself - that was beautiful wasn't it.