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    Thursday
    Sep142017

    Love's Up

    Love relationships change our lives. Whether it’s an intimate sexual relationship, or an intimate non-sexual one, if there is love there, that love energy has the power to touch us, move us, shift us, change us, even turn us inside out.

    With every love relationship I have, be it a friend or a lover, I go as deep as I can. I go as deep as the relationship allows, as deep as you allow; maybe I even push that envelope. I am open to exploring the depths of myself, the depths of you, and the depths of us. I will connect with you as deeply and as powerfully as this relationship allows. And each relationship is unique. Each one has its own shifting floors and ceilings. I want to be at the top and the bottom of that flow with you. I want to be riding that intimacy edge.

    That sounds pretty intense, and it can be, but it doesn’t have to be. Riding that edge manifests itself in countless ways, unique to each relationship. What I bring is the energy and the desire for intimacy, for connection, for love. And then I go with what you give me, with what you want, and flow with the energy of whatever we create together.

    The following quote is possibly the most beautiful and complete description of love I’ve ever come across. It mirrors my own feelings very sharply.

    "I do not want to be lost in love; I desire to be found. Discovered and uncovered bit by glorious bit; mind, body, heart and soul revealed and revered in each facet. I long to have my paths wandered by an explorer on a deep journey of love who reveals in the sacred space experienced in each discovery of the divine. I do not want to be lost in love; I desire to surrender to it fully, a willing leap and not a stumbled fall."    ~Ara

    Sunday
    Aug272017

    SexLife

    Even when we aren't having sex, we have a SexLife.

    Our SexLife is not defined strictly by whether or not we are currently having sex. Our SexLife is far more encompassing. It includes our sexual history, as well as the visions we hold for our sexual future.

    I'm not suggesting that we are defined by our past. However, in the context of our SexLife, just like in our LifeLife, our past is only ignored at the expense of our present, and at the expense of our future. Let's learn from all of it. Let's apply those lessons going forward.

    My approach to love making has always been from a place of wonder, fascination, connection, playfulness, and intensity. Women awe me. Love awes me. And I have developed a deep appreciation for beauty that serves me well.

    With that, I offer you my latest interview with Lauri Handlers (http://tinyurl.com/yap9t2me), from her internet talk radio show, Sex & Happiness.

    This is a User Friendly Podcast. Download it and listen to it at your leisure. Maybe on your way to work. Maybe just before you and your lover plan to Get It On.

     

    ©2017 Clint Piatelli, MuscleHeart LLC, and Red F Publishing. All rights reserved.  

    Tuesday
    Aug152017

    The Evolution of Love

    Someday, in the maybe not so far future, we humans are going to communicate with animals in ways that today sound like science fiction. 

    Presently, we Homo sapiens are only scratching the surface of how we communicate between ourselves, within our own species. So it's "No Shit" that we have virtually no understanding of how animals communicate with each other; we have no fucking clue how animals communicate with us.

    That's where we are at, presently. And, even within that, we connect with animals in profound and beautiful ways. We reach them through the most powerful frequency of Pure Love. Just like the most powerful and profound way that we humans connect to each other. 

    Lo and behold, this communication between species is not limited to domestic animals. Have you seen some of the videos of people having amazing, intimate interactions with Tigers, Lions, and Bears (oh my!); With Wolves and Primates? Have you seen how some of us have the ability to bond with wild  animals in ways that seem impossible? 

    There is something magic here between us and animals already. There exists some wavelength of connection between humans and animals that is supremely powerful. So why is it absurd to believe that we will deepen that connection, and gain a new understanding of it, of them, as we evolve? Why is it ridiculous to know that, someday, we will be able to bond with animals in ways that approach, or even exceed, the level of connection we currently feel with our own species? 

    I already see that. I see that, someday, we will be able to communicate on a mutually understandable level that will make our current paradigm appear positively rudimentary and primitive. Which it is. 

    But, even this current connection is beautiful, and deep, and sacred. It needs to be honored. And nurtured. And developed. There's so much we can learn from animals. 

    Someday, I believe we will share this earth will animals, with indeed all sentient beings, in a way that will shift our planet and our collective consciousness in ways we can't even fathom. And that shift will coincide with a major shift in our understanding of each other. All of it will be simply a development of our connection to that which Lives, that which Gives Life, that which Is Life, with that which is Love. Someday, I see us able to vibrate together with ALL that lives, with ALL that loves. Including trees and plants. There is already evidence that plants see, and feel, and experience, and connect, and respond, to love, to us and to this world in ways we don't get. 

    We aren't as smart as we think. I believe we are only as intelligent as our capacity to feel. And we have a long way to go before our emotional intelligence, our love intelligence, catches up with our intellectual intelligence. 

    I'm doing what I can to further this rather heady aspiration. This very post was all gleaned from a simple, beautiful picture of me and a little dog named Scooby.....

     

    ©2017 Clint Piatelli, MuscleHeart LLC, and Red F Publishing. All rights reserved.

    Friday
    Aug112017

    At The Edge Of My Forever

    I dreamt of her last night
    Sweet
    Beautiful
    Her

    I awoke
    Laughing
    Crying
    Feeling
    Missing
    Wondering

    Do You ever dream of me?
    Do you feel the same pull
    Towards a sacred space
    Where our two hearts beat as one
    Where our two souls
    Live together

    Letting Go
    Does not always mean
    Stop Loving
    Stop Caring
    Stop Missing

    Sometimes
    I don’t know what it means
    Except
    Sometimes
    It  just hurts

    I Love You At The Edge Of My Forever

    - Clint Piatelli

    Thursday
    Aug032017

    Mindful Television

    Ah, television. The opiate of the masses (although in this day and age, I would argue that opiate itself is the opiate of the masses). It's never been that for me. Television has actually been a source of great comfort for me, ever since I was a kid.

    Growing up in a family where there was a lot of drama and a lot of tension was quite stressful for this little kid. The proverbial shoe could drop at any minute, and often did, usually, more than one at a time and in rapid succession. Metaphorically, it was like living in a shoe store (maybe that explains my foot fetish). The only place that tended to be a "No Drama Zone" was the family room, where the television was. And the only time shoes weren't dropping was when me, my twin brother, and my parents (often accompanied by my Aunty Yu-Yu and Uncle Mike) would watch television together. 

    It was a cozy and safe environment for a kid who rarely ever felt cozy or safe. We all sat on two couches, and Mike and I were usually next to Aunty Yu-Yu. We snuggled right next to her. She was warm and fuzzy. All of us were engaged in what was happening on the screen, so there was a communal focus. There was a ritualistic element to watching television, especially that one Sunday a month when the new episode of Columbo aired. Whenever we all watched TV together, there wasn't a whole lot of talking; a welcome break from the action. But that could also be a bit stifling. If you talked too much, my dad would get aggravated. And that was never good. But, overall, it was a beautiful experience. In a house that sometimes felt more like a broadway show gone awry, with lots of lies, a lack of emotional safety, and more than enough yelling, the family room with the TV on was a sanctuary for an over anxious kid like myself.

    I still find television comforting today. I'm still drawn to it when I feel down. When I was depressed, I could literally watch the boob tube all day, becoming a boob in the process. So I guess, when I was depressed, TV was my opiate. Along with opiates. A Double Whammy. 

    There remains lots of complete tripe on television. But there is also plenty of quality programming. I go for shows where I can learn something, or see something created. Discovery Channel, National Geographic, The History Channel, The Learning Channel. Documentaries are especially fascinating. And football. I love watching football. Especially re-runs of Patriots Super Bowl victories. 

    As a kid, Saturday morning cartoons were like having Christmas once a week. And I still remember the very first show I saw in color, on our very first color television set (an RCA): Ultra Man. It had monsters, fantasy, dubbed dialogue over bad acting, and shit loads of color. It was glorious. 

    And of course, there were Looney Toons, or as we simply called them, "Bugs Bunny". I still watch those shorts today and bust a gut. Even more than when I was a kid. Because not only does the visual action still break me up, but I get the adult humor that's all over those cartoons. The sarcasm, the subterfuge, the subtext, the absurdity, and the more "mature" references. Along with Mad Magazine, Looney Toons formed the very foundation of my sense of humor.

    During the fall and winter seasons, my twin brother and I would get our homework done in time to watch the Bruins and Celtics games on channel 38 almost every night. I have very fond memories of Mike and I sitting too close to the television, absorbed by the action, and discussing the intricacies of the game (as much as was possible for kids still in grade school). During the breaks between periods or quarters, we would head down to the cellar, which was covered by a linoleum floor. We had these slipper socks that had vinyl bottoms, so you would slide and skid all over the place you when you ran around. That inspired us to create our own game, "Ice Basketball", a combination of the Hockey and hoop games we watched upstairs. 

    The ritual of watching those sports on television, and playing together in a game we invented was a powerful bonding experience for my twin brother and I. Not only did we make up the game, we made up the teams (with cities and logos), the players and their names (including backstories), and everything else along with it. 

    Our experience of watching those games and playing in between created connection between us, flexed our creativity, sharpened our intellect by analyzing and discussing the games, and fostered exercise. It was a very complete experience, made possible by television. 

    Like any form of media, Television can serve us or it can cripple us, depending on how we use it. Today, the true Opiate of The Masses is the combination of internet and "smart" phones. And, just like opiates themselves, this can be dangerous or helpful. 

    It comes back to mindfulness. Are we using these amazing tools and technologies mindfully or mindlessly? Are we staring at our phones 24/7 while life is happening around us? Or are we skillfully using them to add to our lives? Like fire, which can cook our food or cook us, it all depends on our application. 

    I encourage us to bring mindfulness to our lives, especially in the addictive practice of web surfing, texting, messaging, face timing, and all the nifty things we can do with our technology. Use social media mindfully, as a way to truly connect to others, not as a detached substitution for connection itself. 

    All tools are powerful instruments. Use them accordingly. Television, the internet and the smart phone, are scalpels. Not sledge hammers.

     

     

    ©2017 Clint Piatelli, MuscleHeart LLC, and Red F Publishing. All rights reserved.