Let’s Give Them Something To Talk About..

by tashmcgill | Apr 10, 2008 | Uncategorized

Why Sometimes A Haircut Is Better Than Sex.. And Men Are So Good At It

Amos Lee sang “I am at ease in the arms of a woman…” and he’d be right, I am. Growing up in a family of all women, there is nothing unusual or even second thought-y about experiencing extreme levels of intimacy with a woman whether trying on wedding dresses, underwear, sharing a bed during sleepovers, plucking eyebrows, waxing.. you name it.

This last week I was a bridesmaid, which meant two things. Firstly, I had to get my hair sorted out for colour etc (can’t quite believe that there are grey hairs on this head, but it’s true) and then go back for the ‘do on Saturday.

Well, colour sorted on Thursday last week and I was shampooed, conditioned, treated, massaged and rinsed by Joel. To be honest, I don’t really care what his name was. There was something seductive, raw, beatiful and utterly sensory about being in the hands of a man. Then on Saturday, I lucked out again with another man doing the shampoo thing.

So.. excuse the analysis for a minute but… I’m so used to holding my own head up all the time, and there is something reassuring about the strength and the capacity of a man’s hand. I relax utterly because there is something secure in it.

There is something powerful in it because I am being served by a man – it’s an unusual proposition for me – being physically cared for, served by a man.

There is something honest in it because so much of what women do for beauty, they do for the sake of men (and themselves, but men have a lot to do with it) and so it is well-balanced to engage men in the art of making someone beautiful – because who better to know that craft.

There is something sexual in it because it suggests that in one non-sexual act both male and feminine are somehow entwined in a strange reversal of roles. It was a strange intimacy but it was intimate nonetheless.. as one man ‘prepared’ me for an encounter with a world of them. If he was pleased with his work.. well, it’s reassuring.

Hello Morning.

by tashmcgill | Apr 1, 2008 | Uncategorized

I sat in Circus Circus last night – arriving with every intention of sitting in the window seat with my journal and a coffee. I meant to spend an hour in my own company, coming to terms with myself again. But instead, I stumbled with some intentional delight into peppermint tea, that stretched into a long black, then to a cabernet merlot, followed by dinner, more wine, dessert and a flat white. The hour became six or so, and the company did something good for my soul.

There are some places you can go running, and you find yourself in the securest of arms. Places where the passing of time has been more like the writing of history and the weaving of a story that brings truth and hope. In your veins, the same blood beats, the same story you know from both sides of the table and yet there is still more to talk about, more to discover, more to learn from one another.

There is something timeless and eternal about that place, the sanctuary of it.

There are so few places in life where you can laugh, cry, tell lies about yourself and be honest all at once. Grace gives you permission to cover over what you’re too frightened to reveal as yet, but the Truth sits outside of you as well.

It was a good day, because it began and ended in the arms of deep love. I never knew the power of love within my own heart to build something from nothing and make it significant for what is and could be, what is not and could never be. There is strength for me in the vulnerability, anguish and unshakeable desire of these places. There are things I desire I cannot have and things I still want despite the knowledge of the Truth within me. I wrestle with my own heart and God’s for the fruit of these years, spent learning everything I do not yet know.

My heart is left longing and yet satisfied all at once.