The "G-Spot"

¡Hola! Everybody...
I’ve been very busy today!

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-=[ Hitting the “G” Spot ]=-

Well, my birthday picnic/ BBQ was a blast! I had a great time, my feeling was that a good time was had by all. I want to thank my friends and family for making it such a special occasion... special thanks to my sister for hosting the event, Julie for slaving over that grill, and Deborah for making ti though she's this far from the emergency unit and for lugging that thousand pound watermelon. LOL! And of course much thanks to everyone else! Unfortunately we didn't have any white or black people. I hope next time there are more gringos to help create diversity.

Not too long ago, I was having a discussion with my boss regarding my work. I’ve been experiencing some major challenges and feeling stuck. At one point, she turned to me and said, “You’re not hitting you G-spot, Eddie, that’s the problem.”

I was a bit taken aback by the comment because my boss is more often than not more politically correct in her language usage. Then I started laughing. I asked her to clarify and how she explained it was that hitting your G-spot is a lot like losing touch with your creative flow. I’m known as a creative individual who makes it a habit to think “outside the box,” but sometimes, as we all do, I lose focus and get stuck on what I can’t do, rather than what I can do.

But more importantly, “hitting the g-spot” is really about enjoying the process of what one does. It’s about being immersed in the work, of finding that balance between flow and dynamic tension. It’s hitting the g-spot even during difficult times or when doing mundane stuff, like washing the dishes or sharing times with friends and family.

Life is full of countless opportunities for hitting the g-spot and yesterday was one of them.

As I sat down and watched all my friends get together, sharing laughter and good feelings, I was once again reminded that life’s greatest riches are found in such moments. As human beings, we are social creatures and connection and contact are like psycho-spiritual food. without it, there is no meaning and we starve and wither. In the midst of our support network, we find common ground, we feel safety, and we rejoice, partaking in sustenance and good feeling.

That’s what life is all about.

Hitting that G-spot with friends old and new and with family.

I grew up in a horrible environment rife with poverty, ugliness, and violence. But I was fortunate in that I grew up in a community. I was fortunate in that I grew up in neighborhoods where people looked out for one another, helped rear each other's children and created some measure of sanity in a world that was at best apathetic to our existence. It’s sad truth, but community -- real community -- is hard to find these days. It seems to me that we have all contracted into solitary pockets of isolated small groups living in fear of one another and living lives of quiet desperation.

That’s a sad existence.

Yesterday, I was reminded once again that community is not only possible, it is necessary and wonderful. sure, there will always be personality issues and egos and pettiness -- the full catastrophe of life! But at heart, when we come together, it is the principle of community that trumps the personalities.

When we’re too old and sent to nursing homes, all we will have are these moments of connections -- instances of hitting the g-spot. the only thing you will be allowed to take with you are those moments of joy that you accumulate throughout your life. And that joy will reverberate long after you’re gone and in that way, you will live through your actions.

Personally, I will always strive for community, whether it’s a cyber community, or a fellowship of men and women, or me acting out when they throw my nassy ass in some nursing home when I get old and cantankerous.

Thanks to the men and women who came yesterday, broke bread with me, and shared their joy.

But ladies? Next time wear panties! I was only kidding about the event being a “no-panties” event.

Duh!

::runs::

Love,

Eddie