6 Things an Evolved Man Wants From a Woman

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This Wild Waking Journey

author note: my views on “surrender” continue to evolve. I edit this blog to reflect that (last revision: 9/1/14).

6 Things Evolved Men Want photo by Erik Fischer photo: Erik Fischer

I hear women these days talk about wanting an evolved, conscious man. I’ve decided that mostly means they want to be with a man who can see a woman’s entire humanity, the profound gifts she has to offer as a feminine woman and a human being, before focusing on her ass. He has also embraced his own internal dose of femininity, so he can truly embrace the feminine women in his midst. There’s surely more to say about that, but I don’t want to make a big production of this point. I won’t claim to actually be an evolved man, anyway, which might disqualify me if I did. I still eat cheeseburgers, so …

Nonetheless, a brilliant mature woman I consider to be evolved recently asked me what an evolved man wants from a woman. So…

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30 Day Summer Body Programme

Spring is here and what better way to get into the swing of things than with a training programme that will have you breaking a sweat and preparing you for the hot sunny days! Lets face it we all enjoy the happy weather now lets celebrate the sunny season with a happy body too! Spread the word and get as many people to join you in this challenge.  Keep tabs on each other, it’s harder to cheat when you have a partner!

Take before pics so you can see the amazing progress!!

Health is Wealth!

Lets do this!!!


Ginger tea, The Herbal Health Benefits

When is the right time to drink ginger tea?
Consider ginger the anytime tea for any ailment, whether it’s a sore throat, cold, stomachache, migraines, or general fatigue. Drinking ginger tea at once invigorates like a strong cup of coffee and soothes like a lavender salt bath.

There are various ways one can take ginger (see attached photo) but there are greater benefits that can come from using fresh ginger over the dried instant ginger granules and tea bags. Ginger’s volatile oils, which can be found in fresh ginger, have muscle relaxant properties which can help to ease bloating, spasms and cramps in your gastrointestinal tract. For this reason, strong fresh ginger tea is often used to help with symptoms of irritable bowel syndrome. Those suffering from IBS may find making up this ginger tea at home can be an effective natural remedy, especially if you drink it just before eating.

Other benefits:

Motion sickness

Steeping ginger tea at home is a practically effortless process, since it only calls for two ingredients: sliced ginger root and hot water. There’s no need to buy prepackaged, dry ginger tea when you can make the fresh, fuss-free version.

Now lets make a cup…

1. Start with a ginger root that is firm and relatively blemish free. Give it a good scrub under hot water and then, with a sharp knife, carefully cut off between five and 10 very thin slices. Put these in a mug.

2. Boil water in the kettle. While the kettle is boiling try and crush up the ginger a little with your spoon to release even more of the beneficial oils.

3. To make the tea, simply pour hot water into your mug and stir it up well. Allow it to steep for a couple of minutes and then you can remove any floating pieces of ginger with a spoon, strain it if you like or simply blow them to the other side before you drink it as I do. The longer you steep the spicier the tea. So if you want it to have that extra kick steep it for about 5 minutes. Or you could fill a quarter of the cup and leave it to steep for about 10 mins then fill the cup with hot water thereafter. Just experiment until you find your desired taste.
You can add cinnamon, honey or freshly squeezed lemon to taste. (Personally I prefer the lemon, but thats just me.)

Ready to warm up to your own cup of ginger tea?

**While regular cups can be effective, those on prescription medicines would be advised to check with a doctor before having more than a couple of cups a day of ginger tea in case it interferes with their medication.**

Just Live…

There is this safe space that I have entered. One with a future I cannot foretell. Even if I were to be given the means to do such I highly doubt I’d be quick to jump at such an opportunity. For I have found the beauty and pleasure in living in the moment. Savouring the beauty of now and allowing tomorrow to be as it will when it arrives.

If I were to be told that what I have right now is mine no more my heart will break but I will still be able to smile knowing that I gave my whole true self in every waking moment.

In order to live with no regrets one needs to stop living for the approval of others.

People will forever talk, all you can do is live.

Happy Wednesday Beautiful Bloggers!

Understanding is compassion!

This poem by Thich Nhat Hanh embodies the essence of what he calls “interbeing,” the innerconnectedness of all things. Reading it today truly resonated with my self!

We so easily forget how understanding can bring compassion. Its not always about walking in anothers shoes but taking the time to identify and nurse the sores under their feet. When we can accept that I am in you and you are in me and that we are ultimately one in the cosmos we will find the peace our world fights so hard for because our world lacks compassion.



Call Me by My True Names
by Thich Nhat Hanh

Do not say that I’ll depart tomorrow
because even today I still arrive.
Look deeply: I arrive in every second
to be a bud on a spring branch,
to be a tiny bird, with wings still fragile,
learning to sing in my new nest,
to be a caterpillar in the heart of a flower,
to be a jewel hiding itself in a stone.
I still arrive, in order to laugh and to cry,
in order to fear and to hope.
The rhythm of my heart is the birth and
death of all that are alive.

I am the mayfly metamorphosing on the surface of the river,
and I am the bird which, when spring comes, arrives in time
to eat the mayfly.

I am the frog swimming happily in the clear pond,
and I am also the grass-snake who, approaching in silence,
feeds itself on the frog.

I am the child in Uganda, all skin and bones,
my legs as thin as bamboo sticks,
and I am the arms merchant, selling deadly weapons to

I am the twelve-year-old girl, refugee on a small boat,
who throws herself into the ocean after being raped by a sea
and I am the pirate, my heart not yet capable of seeing and

I am a member of the politburo, with plenty of power in my
and I am the man who has to pay his “debt of blood” to, my
dying slowly in a forced labor camp.

My joy is like spring, so warm it makes flowers bloom in all
walks of life.
My pain is like a river of tears, so full it fills the four oceans.
Please call me by my true names,
so I can hear all my cries and laughs at once,
so I can see that my joy and pain are one.
Please call me by my true names,
so I can wake up,
and so the door of my heart can be left open,
the door of compassion.



Music for the soul…

Thought I’d do something different today and share a musical treat!
I don’t usually post music links, or rather any links for that matter, but this time I will make an exception!
Download this song by a good friend of mine Lunga Msimang and just enjoy some smooth soothing sounds! Thereafter share with your friends and show some support for young talent! *presses play*


What is love, if not hope.

So often we write about our feelings. Expressing in words those things that affect us.  More often than not I will write about what I am going through but fail to admit it to myself. Write as if I’m talking about this mysterious being that is filled with pain then turn around to face the world with a smile.  Smiling when I feel no joy inside. Smiling when behind these closed doors I have no happy thought to justify my smile.

I haven’t been able to write lately.  Not because I have nothing to say.  On the contrary I have too much to say but I can’t decide where to begin.  I do however know that the beginning is always a great option but today I want to be true to myself. Which is, for the lack of a better word: odd!

Today I’ll start this action-filled story.  True James Hadley Chase and Ian Flemming style. Guns blazing, fists flying, a couple of kicks here and there, some explosions and myself walking out with a few cuts and bruises but more importantly coming out alive.
I wish I could say I’ve come out the other end already but sadly I’m still stuck in the midst of the turmoil. But that’s a story for another day.

Now as with all James Bond movies
all the exciting action is followed by a story of how it all started. No one just lands up in that situation without some past.  With that said one sometimes doubts the importance or even the relevance of their own story but sometimes the act of sharing ones pains really is therapuetic.  That, along with my meditation I believe, sets me on a great path.  Although I do still need to decide where this path is taking me.

We tell ourselves we want to avoid it. We say we are running away from it. We live in denial of our own active participation in bringing it about. Feeding it daily until it grows its own identity. Next thing you know it becomes your middle name. 
I’ve lied to myself so much I doubt I could even say truthfully how I find myself in the same pickle every time.  I’ve managed to blame so many people.  It’s all fun and games until you have no one left to blame.  Everyone else has decided to keep their distance because you do a brilliant job at pushing them away.  Now as I write this I do wish I felt the least bit upset at my own actions but again I’m plagued by this indifference that has made itself a part of who I am.  Sitting right next to Drama.

It’s about love. It’s always about love. Whether it be love lost, love found, love stolen, love given, shy love, fearful love or just a straightforward lack of love. Love is always there. Part of every story. If it weren’t the case there would be no need for Bond girls. You set off for your mission with a goal in mind.  Whether it is attainable or not is besides the point.  The point is that the goal shall be achieved no matter what.  Along the way you set your eyes on a precious gem.  Perfectly cut.  Just glistening in the sun.  Forbidden. Unnecessary, but most importantly a distraction.  Who am I if poor old Samson could have a woman do him like that. 
With your eyes fixed on the gem you trip and fall. Right into the lap of an old friend. Love. Until you know what type of love it is you are happy living on cloud 9. Oblivious to any truth because denial is in the air.  Not love, but denial. Time goes by and you find yourself walking down that dark street corner.  You come face to face with your arc nemesis.  Doubt.  When doubt has entered into your mind, love starts removing her fine clothes and and soon you left staring at Drama version 5.0.
That is when the action begins.  Sadly there are no heros in this tale but quite a large amount of casualties. Of the many deaths, trust was one of them.  Sadly being such a demanding position its not easy to come by so this makes it a pain in the future.  However there is nothing that can be done now so we will cross that bridge when we get there.

Love has left and Drama took her place. Doubt has entered and Trust packed her bags. What is left really? Why does one keep at it?

Hope. That’s all really. Hope that one day it will all be alright.

The Real Walking Dead

When soul meets soul and fate denies the bond.
Feeling when there is nothing to be felt.
Dreaming when all you have is doubt.
To say I was in love would be an understatement. 
What I felt was a far deeper emotion.
I lost myself in it.
Drowned in this ocean. 
Drowned alone.
At the same time I’m glad I was alone.  For I wouldn’t wish this death upon anyone else, especially to the one that stole my heart.
My existence has amounted to nothing.
I stand here an empty vessel. 
Walking around with nothing to give: cold touch, fake smile and dead eyes.
Nothing short of being a modern day zombie.
Pain, the only reminder that I still have a soul.

You stole my heart, but I still have my soul.

“I am not African because I was born in Africa but because Africa was born in me.” – Kwame Nkrumah

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