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Photoshooting

One thing I’ve learned in my short life is that if you’re not feeling loved… is to give love. It works. During my moments of hurt (which trust me, hurt quite a lot), I had to reach from a Rumi-Shams place. There in that beautiful nirvana is an infinite love that allows one to experience love regardless of their pain. It felt sooo good to give love knowing how I felt at the time. It felt oh so good to do it. And so therapeutic! Not only did it feel wonderful to give to those who I felt at the time betrayed me, but I think it somehow helped build a different and much-needed foundation for a newfound friendship. It also turned out that there was miscommunication, which often is the case, which led to me feeling lied to. The hurt lessened. Although the surrender-magic is still gone for me, the love is not. I cannot ever stop loving. I must love. I must love people. I must give myself. I must love others even if they hurt me. I must love. I must I must I must. It was so so so so hard to get over the obstacles to find that Rumi place. But once I got there, the love just started shining and damn if it doesn’t just start flowing out of me like a fountain. Say what you want about me, love me, hate me, but I don’t hold grudges. Never have. Never will. There’s too much too love in life and too much worth appreciating out there.

Yesterday Kasha and I spent nearly 12 or 13 hours (maybe longer with hair, makeup, and wardrobe changes) doing photoshoots for her website. Xaenith came over to watch and slave m helped out with some of the lighting and set design. Over the course of the next couple weeks, I’ll post some pictures of the finished products so you can see how magnificent she looks up close and personal.

In this particular blurry photo, you might notice my leg in the shot (I was trying to show my presence in the photo), as well as Xaenith leaning against the wall watching, as well as Kasha on the bed posing for shots. It isn’t the greatest of photos by any means and you can’t even really make out any faces… but I figured it would be cool to share a part of our 3-experience we had yesterday.

Isabella Valentine

The three of us are learning how to communicate better which I love, which shows me that we can overcome anything. Anything worth having takes time. Sometimes I feel like I’m just a baby and learning how to walk and don’t know anything. Sometimes I feel like I just don’t know… anything. Maybe everything I thought I knew… I really don’t know at all. Just when I think I understand and know people, I get it all wrong.

This is why it continually amazes me that my hypnosis-listeners look up to me. They actually think I say insightful stuff… when the truth is… times like this… I don’t know a damn thing. I’m clueless. About love. About communication. About… aaahAHAHahahhahahahaha…

All I do know is… I made the decision a long time ago that I’m a Goddess, so I refuse to be a ragdoll or a pin cushion for someone else’s pleasure. There are slaves for that. If someone is going to be cold to me, I will either be hurt by it or I will opt out of the relationship. Which leads me to the main question I get wrapped around and tangled with: how many moments of hurt must a person endure before they say: enough is enough - I want out?…… *sigh* I endured one. But it was one of the biggest hurts of my life. Why did it hurt so much, you ask? Because I wanted it to hurt that much. He offered to be my drug, which I needed him to be. And when that drug was taken away from me, it felt like heroin being stripped from my spirituality. Now that I feel I’m sobered up from “the magic of the relationship” - I have an option. I could get addicted to the beautiful, addictive magical spiritual heroin he could give me, which I know good and well is NOT infinite and feel good while it lasts…. and then experience the horrible chills of the “come down” experience when I realize I need more time with him than he has time he’s willing to commit. *sigh*

So for the time being, I’ve made the decision to be without the drug. And goddammit it was one of the most memorable experiences I ever had. The way he looked at me WAS the drug. That’s ALL it was. It certainly wasn’t physical at all. I got lost in his eyes and they’d turn me into dust, literally. And he was a boy, Jesus Christ. A boy.

I’m a hopeful romantic. I can’t help but hope for magic all the time. It’s all I think about, really. And people wonder why I prefer girls. Maybe it’s best to stick with what I know best… women.

Love
Isabella
xoxoox

The path to love

I am so pleased that I have such a beautiful group of customers who have stayed connected with me for so long. Sometimes I forget what it’s like from a different perspective. Most of the time, I forget to write people back via email due to time constraints. And other times I choose not to write people back because I know they’ll expect me to write them promptly or regularly all the time, which often I just don’t have the time or the motivation to do. So when I continually get letters from people (even when I fail to write them back), I am reminded of how lucky and privileged I am as a human being to have people who love to remain connected to me. I’d like to spend this journal entry just saying thank you to the people who write me. It’s a marvelous external validation to open my inbox and read letters from those who tell me their lives have changed either directly or indirectly in relation to the recordings I create. Sometimes I forget that my voice, my words… are worth such value to people. Times like today, I feel a deep connection to my fan base and all I want to do is give back. It’s not often I remind my clients they are special, but they are. I am the happiest woman in the world just knowing that there is at least *one* person out there that reads my journal entries. And to know that multitudes of people read my words is just icing on the cake. Nothing feels better than being loved, acknowledged, or wanted.

Sometimes at home, I struggle to maintain an image of excellence. Most times I succeed, but sometimes I fail. When I’m online, I have time to think before I write, which helps portray an image of excellence. So I can see why people are drawn to me online. There are times I wonder if the same people who are attracted to me online would equally be interested in me in real life. I crave connection all the time, and although I am in several current relationships right now (which is a big deal in itself)… I also want personal relationships with my clients. Most of my friends all agree it’s not the smartest idea to get too personal with clients. And I suppose anyone who reads this would also agree with it as well. Business relationships turning personal, in general, is a bad idea. But from a completely different perspective, sometimes I feel I’m willing to lose a little money just to connect to someone who puts me on such a big pedestal. There’s something magical about being worshipped in real life. The thing is… there are very few customers out there who have shared such personal things about themselves that make me trust them to invite them into my lives. Trust is my number one priority in all given relationships with people. Without it, there is nothing but a constant building of human connection. Sometimes I wish I knew more local people in which I could cuddle with. I have a couple cuddle partners but they’re involved sexually with other people and often times I feel I’m not enough. It’s both challenging as well as satisfying. I feel so many things.

The good news is that slave m is moving in with me in about 3 weeks which will be nice because I miss having a slave to beat. He brings the best out of me. I miss him very much. Our relationship is solid… the only thing that isn’t is our location. The constant moving in and moving out is aggravating at best. But when we’re together, our love is undeniable.

Also, I’ve lost 13 of the 15 pounds I’ve gained. The weight reduction is working. I like this very much.

I long for so many things. The anticipation of longing is often the worst part. I miss deidre. I miss her so much. I rarely talk about her in my journal because for the longest time she’s been connected in other intimate relationships and I didn’t want to be a jeopardizing factor. As long as she’s happy, I’m happy… which is why I’ve supported all of her previous relationships. Now she’s single, and I can’t help but think about her every waking minute of every day. I told myself the first day I met her that I’d wait up to 7 years to be with her. I’m still willing to wait another 5 and a half years. My gut tells me that one day we’ll be together. But are my instincts right? I hate the longing. I hate developing strategies sometimes. Patience is a virtue, I know. All I really want is to snuggle with her watching television. At this very moment, that’s all I want. Just to touch her. I miss her.

My relationships with Kasha and Xaenith are blossoming. It’s surreal. It’s a learning process. And my roommate Jenna is a bit mad at me for developing a relationship with Xaenith since she’s dating him too (actually so is Kasha). Jenna even hung up on me today which was maddening. This is why monogomous people shouldn’t be in poly relationships. Either shit or get off the pot, but don’t tell me to wait for you to decide. I don’t play that game. It hurt a great deal to be told, “I can’t believe he’d rather be with a lesbian than with me.” It was as though I was completely stereotyped in the worst possible way. I can self-identify as being a lesbian and still have intimate connections with men. I am attracted to mostly women, but many previous partners can testify that I have had long-lasting profound relationships with men. It just takes the right kind of man. *sigh* I better stop. What I really want to say is probably best discussed in my more private blog to avoid the hurting of feelings.

It’s easy to suppose that some people like me because I’m approachable and human, but also a Goddess. The problem is… sometimes I can be so realistically human that people see a new perspective of who I am. All it leads to is a deeper connection. Maybe that’s why I’m so grateful I have the customers I have. They’re friends, really. It’s beautiful. I’m thankful to be considered important in some people’s lives the way I consider some people important in mine.

I want to be in a relationship where I am my partner’s #1 and my partner is my #1. My mind is open to many ideas and I’ll know it when it lands in my lap. But I do long. I long for love in ways no one will ever know. I am in love with love and I know it. There are many different paths to love. I just want the destination.

Love
Isabella
xoxooxxo

Small things in life

Kasha and I went to Roots yesterday for a lovely get-together. There’s some restaurants where it seems like the perfect place to go when you want to set the mood just right. It’s a vegetarian diner in Bloomington with live green plants in the windows and booths and tables made of wood where you can see all the knots and live growth of the wood. And since I eat there so much (probably 3 times a week), all the servers are acquaintances of mine which always seems to lead to great service. Win-win situation.

And what’s awesome to me about eating at Roots is that no matter who I take there, the connection always seems to be perfect. There’s never a worry about weirdness or being too romantic or too hopeful or too overpriced or too much expectation. It’s the very kind of place a person can be oneself. For some reason, I equate cloth napkins as being the type of accessory in which a person has to act slightly differently than their “normal self” which is one reason I like to eat at places with disposable ones. But I don’t like fast food cause it’s too unhealthy, too cheap, often times: too dirty, and most of the employees have little incentive to keep things clean and awesome. Roots is the perfect alternative. It’s quick enough so you don’t feel like you’re waiting forever for your food. It’s long enough so you have time to communicate with your friends without rushing. It’s clean enough that you could eat off the floor. And it feels like a mom and pop type place except run by twenty-somethings.

After Roots, she and I went to the Dharma Emporium where we bought some oils, a tie-dyed Bloomington t-shirt, hemp necklaces, books about the mind, and a trippy poster. Then we went to a restaurant/bar/shopping place called “Farm” so we could see what all the hype was about. I bought some organic soaps and candles and checked out the menu for later use. A bit expensive for what they were offering. For a simple hot veggie dish, it was $18. Some things went as high as $26, which in itself isn’t a lot of money, but in Bloomington it is. We made acquaintances with some of the workers and had a few free samples and listened to some “Me and Mrs. Jones” music playing over head. Their bar seems pretty hip. Must go back.

When we went to her place, we waited till darkness then took a walk to a nearby lake where we heard the most beautiful sounds of animals in the grass and water but couldn’t make out what type of animal we could hear. It almost sounded like geese and frogs but could have been something different. Listening to those animals was pure magic… and quite musical. Then we spotted what we thought was a black cat but at no point could we make out details. We made the assumption that we thought it was a cat based on the fact there were times at which it appeared there was no grass. By using the process of deletion we were able to make a valid conclusion that where there was no grass, there was darkness. And that darkness moved in the shape synonymous with that of a cat.

It’s the small things that really count.

Love
Isabella
xooxox






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