Their Writing
Sometimes they choose to write about me…
“He towers like the redwoods he’s nestled among—unwavering, deeply rooted, and undeniably thick.
That first gasp invites the breathless pace he sets. He has a way of taking up the entirety of every space he enters.
The overwhelm he brings is welcomed, desired, needed—the kind of surrender possible only with intention, given only to the most worthy, the most trusted.
Not everyone who enters his shade is invited that close. Close enough to be filled, taken, made breathless. Close enough to discover the dapples of sunlight that give depth to his shadow.
But if you’ve earned your good girls and surrendered to his weight, you’re among the chosen few who know what it means to call him Daddy.”
~Tribute Sketch
Feel Better Soon
Is your heart hurting? Has it been a rough go? If so, do I have the cure for you!
If you are ready to tend to your heart and let go just a bit, a trip to the man in the redwoods may just be the chicken soup your soul is craving.
No, ladies and gentlemen, this is no snake-oil scheme, and it won’t cost you a thing. But it does require you to give something of yourself—to surrender yourself.
For just one night, you have to leave your ego at the door.
With less weight on your cosmic soul, you will drive west and take some turns.
And there you find that there is a man in the forest.
Amid the trees and fog, he brings forth delight, curiosity, and maybe a little bit of delightful chaos. His ways are methodical and mysterious, but don’t bother trying to decipher them. Just know they will incite, in turns, renewal and rejuvenation.
In his world, you discover possibility in every interaction. Each person he touches lights up, and the path he is on—and now you as well—sparkles just a bit.
Surrender to him.
It seems you might want to know more, to imagine how it would go if you are lucky enough to have an audience with him.
Some say you can catch him at the community pool and cruise with him to the Casino for dinner. Maybe the ocean breeze in West County will flutter through your hair as you begin to realize you cannot resist his charms. That you do not want to resist his charms.
And it is not yet even dinner time.
Now, don’t get greedy and play to the end. I implore you, dear reader, to savor the dance. Enjoy the tension.
Because, as it happens, the flirt is as good as the dessert.
Well… that is until it’s time to have dessert.
Perhaps you will be one of the luckiest ones who gets to his knoll on the hill and up onto his massage table, whereupon any number of delights may await.
Your author cannot, in good conscience, deprive you of the tension by sharing the bits your mind most wonders about.
Just one piece of advice, gentle reader: Do let yourself go and luxuriate in the moment. Imagine, for just the evening, that you, too, belong in the forest, wild and free.
What happens next I will leave you to imagine—the end to your own story—but in every iteration, the experience is always delightful.
And then, when it is time to head out on your way, you will make your way out of the forest and back home. You will find that, in your heart, you may have left the forest, but a piece of the majesty of the redwoods—and the man in the forest—lingers with you.
And, just like that, you might just feel a bit better.
This writer can’t recommend a night with Mr. Monday highly enough.
Five stars.