Plumes of Pampering
Coddling our core needs is crucial life juice. Spoiling ourselves gallops the gamut of reactionary conceptions. Others have quite a load they’ll tease to ridicule someone about who’s receiving anything they’re wanton to license for themselves or applying liberally as superfluous. Targeting your TLC creates ample leeway toward extinguishing those perennial to-do lists already predisposed to multiplying as it is. Moreover, I promise you that by providing for yourself in such sorts of spoonfed softness extravagance begets awesomely productive humanity. The greater accommodation that we introduce instead of excuses lands us at the intersection of relief. Honing one’s plumes of pampering set you up for your most pleasurable tones. Where once I saw hundreds of hampers inhibiting my happiness, I came to perceive chances to embolden me.
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine ~Percy Bysshe Shelley, Love’s Philosophy
What might yourself desire daily that you have never noticed before? Can you crank the volume to listen in for the melodies you may have skipped? Craning our brains to hoist giddy morsels of mana percolate the holy scraps of sacredness. Ethereal energy awaits in thingamajigs all around us. If my diary could speak, one of her tenets would be the theory of exaggerated touch. I’ve long held the fantasy to have someone stroke my skin…
