Hozhoni – Navajo meaning to arrive at a peaceful place
I have a mistress. I find myself sneaking away from my wife so I can steal a few minutes, an hour, sometimes an entire day to frolic in her panties. We meet most every day for an hour or so before I make my way into the office. She helps me live in a Hozhoni that envelops me the entire day. Without her, I am incomplete. Without her, my wife would be living with a shell of the real man I am. She is a mistress my wife tolerates because time spent with her keeps me whole and wholly accessible to my wife.
My mistress is my art. My writing, my photography, those moments my brain escapes rationality and immerses in fantasy. I write nearly every morning. Shoot photos weekly. When I’m feeling especially frisky, create stories to accompany my photos, little word vignettes caressing the image, two lovers locked in embrace for eternity.
I must make love with this mistress daily to stay whole. Like love, the more I give to her the more she blesses me. I expend creativity and gain soul energy, energy that helps me feel fully alive, be fully human.