The dew drops, x x the mould breaks, and I am one in the seasons. I change like the wind, I move with the water, from the dearest bluebell in spring to the last snowflake in winter. Gone is any logic, and sense ration will not suffice to express in heartfelt words more than heartbeat to be can be expressed in body and soul. I have ever felt over the past 18 months a sheer loneliness and an ache heartthrob more than my mother might tell, for the lamp might be hidden underneath a table but will anyone above and below the fiery towers of this table notice should the flame be extinguished? For the lights of the hall are not on and the Devil will pay His price in the face of adversity. For I am not alone. As one in the body as I am in the mind, purely a woman. In shape and in form, my hips and back will never feel the warmth again and it's something I've finally accepted in my deepest heart of hearts. I move with the seasons, the drift of the evergreens moving out into the west beyond home and heartland. My breasts are the pages of an open book. My hair shawn short in the mourning wake of an unearthly, otherworldly rude awakening. My lips are chapped like stone. My eyes are washed up seals, their mirages barring out of sight other faces to greet. My hair, makeup and waxworks are ruined! God forbid, should anything come to one another woman. Slowly, dignified I don my shawl and cover up any part of me that might be exposed to another of saved grace. For fate can be unkind and lips can be deceiving. The vase breaks in the fall and I'm in a garden of mystery and intrigue. The vines creep delicately around my form as I venture on into the mist and face forwards. A man. A father. A brother. A husband. Many facets of one being contribute to an augmented whole. As whole in bodily love as the actions of the sum of its parts. A lamp within a lamp. A radiant glow from within. The birds may flock but their food is left uneaten, ravished and weary. My baby girl is away in the floods learning the art of music. And my son, where art thou? Gone from my breast. I wouldst though climb the mountain and experience the treasures I might find up there but do I dare touch the mould? Do I dare adventure myself in the world again? As eternally a woman, as body as one within the other, heart within heart and words within lips? This is my globe. Will I ever learn to love, again? X x x

I have had many journeys in life, and my passions have taken me a long way. x Now I am ready to reveal all, for I am one in the body and the body is one in me. x The hips curve, the arching spine, a heartbeat outside my own. In these lie absolution. x I again repeat the Old Abbey Manuscripts.

Beyond the body, the curves of a woman, both in body and visage, reveal a history and a tenderness that cannot be re-sculpted by the vase. xx whole-bodied, unspoilt and natural, if you trace the lines of nature, they will lead you into unexpected places, fresh gardens of forbidden fruits and bountiful fountains, abundant in the joys of life. x x

If you look further, through the looking class, you realise that a woman's visage, beneath the lipsticks, makeups and foundations, reveal a strength, glossed in the She of the wellbeing femme. ❤️

Slap that on your platter and slosh down with a dunkety-dunk of wine, salt and oil, and you have all the makings of a perfect princess. x

Anyway, that is me, in a nutshell. x How would you describe yourself.? x x
Touch me then,
Hayda Loral
xxx

Looking to learn something new in 2014? x. Try the ocarina, the most versatile and practical instrument of our time! x x. Ocarinas come in all colours, sizes, shapes and forms. Some big, some small. Some small, some big. x Some are as big as a conch shell, whereas others will fit into the palm of your hand. x Ocarinas are made in all sorts of different moulds and materials. Some are made of metal, some of plastic and some of wood, which brings out an all manner of different timbres and textures. Some even have colourfully ornamented designs and religious symbolism, like these fine Peruvian specimens (pictured). x You can pick one up from anywhere, your local marketrie stall, chemist or music rooms, for a reasonable price. x x Take it with you, wherever you go, cherish it close to your heart, on the bus, as you are walking down the street. x Use it as an accompaniment for "Chestnuts Roasting On An Open Fire" this Christmas. Ah, what a beautiful tune! ❤️Perhaps I might learn that one. x x The ocarina is suitable as a Christmas gift, for all ages, backgrounds and abilities. x A fun activity to do with your family, or to play with friends. x And, if you are good at it, and you enjoy it, perhaps you might consider forming a band. x There is a whole world of possibilities, in your hand! x The ocarina is your oyster. x x x x x x x

What became of the lady in black? Who scrawled her name in ruby red lipstick all over the mirror in the moonlight? The lady who was to become a woman within, her sleek black body suit and modest crop disguising a deep, hidden beauty. Her eyes are alluring in the shadows, but she has been banished from grace. By dark, she will charm all who became her. Touch her then. x x x

​My name is Hayda Loral, Queen of the Lorallian and alchemical initiate of ether. I felt that the time was ripe for me to put word to type and to share all of my darkest secrets and desires. 2012 has marked a transition period for me. It has been a year of change, of fruitful development and amazing experiences. Now that our plans for Paris are peach fully in motion, I have decided to reflect this in my hairstyle. You may notice that my hair is a lot shorter now. Gone are the locks that once weighed me down. The shawning of my hair symbolises a reduction in my personality to the most simple, practical and elegant aspect to my looks. It represents a transition in my life from glorified goddess to a woman who means business. 

My son, Daniel, is no longer a boy - he has begun his journey to becoming a young man. He reminds me of my own experiences, looking through the rosy red spectacles of reconnaissance to my formative years as an adolescent girl at the College des Sirènes. Gone were the pigtail plaits. Instead, I cultivated a harshly razored bob, as was the style in the late eighties. My daughter, on the other hand, is growing into a charming young girl.

I watched this film today, called "Titanic". I've never seen it before. I picked out a few of the moments that resonated close to the heart 💙 of me. x I was so sad with the ending 😭 but my heart ❤️ will go on. Bar-lark she. xxx

I loved this ship. ❤️
m/v Val de Loire - the ship of dreams, my salvation.
x x x

I jumped off this ship in 1998. x x I landed in a smaller fishing boat. x

When I jumped off the ferry, my skirt got caught and I lost it, but fortunately I was wearing trousers underneath. x I spent all afternoon on the fishing boat until we reached England. x It was hot. I decided that it was a little too hot, so I took off my top and I gave it to the fisherman to look after. then I did something even more foolish and threw my locket into the sea. ❤️

When I reached England in the evening, I got whooped at because I wasn't wearing a top. I was so embarrassed that I wondered into a church, where I pricked my finger on a candle and I spent no more and no less than three days asleep in the bowels of the church. I was woken up by the general, and sent back home on the ferry to France. xxx

So where was I going that day?

My father sent me over to England against my will to participate in a military operation. x Fortunately, I got the locket back - a fisherman found it! xxx correction: my uncle - I discovered who my real father was in 2006! x

Yes. x The locket brought good tidings. My father used to tell me that the locket originates in the dunes of North Africa, where it was forged by a great alchemist. x

The locket saved my life in 2006. x x Others tried to possess it, but it was my rightful inheritance. x

My real father is still alive and well. It was wonderful getting to know him for the first time. x It is a bit odd that the identities of my uncle and my father were reversed. xx From my real father, I inherit my love of wine. He is a wine merchant, so it runs in the family. x

That summer, I slept in the bowels of the church for 3 days. xxx Some say that it was a coma. x Either way, I was sent to participate in a military operation, but I didn't want to, and so I escaped. but I pricked my finger on the candle in the church, and this is what made me fall asleep. x x x

Yesterday's news is passed to call,
Today's news is nothing at all.
Tomorrow's news is neither tall nor small,
Tw'if here or there, wouldst break thy fall.
xxx

Ogh Pogh! x Enough with this foul pornography! x x I want to live my own life! xx xx xx I have to move on with my life, porno lifestyle is just a vanity.

I was really upset last night because somebody posted something offensive on my Facebook wall x. I disagree with pornography, I believe that it is a sin against the body. as corinthians says: the body is a temple, and it should be protected, not exploited. the hips curve, the arching spine, in these lie absolution. xxx I believe that fine art or photography that presents the body in a beautiful light is something good and worth encouraging. x I for one instigate this philosophy throughout my business. But any visual image that degrades the body and overexploits its functional aspects is ostensibly demonic. x

I lead a beautiful life with two kids and a caring husband and I wish to protect them from the work of the Devil with my heart's love. ❤️

I agree with Destiny, that one should get their priorities right with regard to the reversal of human vs slave. pornography portrays the human body as a slave to its functions, not the other way round. Fine art presents the body in its beauty as a human being. It is not a negative image. xxx

I admit that I might have done wrong in my past when I was in Paris at the age of 18-24, x but it was a necessary part of my journey, a phase that I had to go through, and the voice of God guided me along the way. xx And I would support any Woman going through this, I just don't support when these things are shoved up our noses because some people (like me x) could be very sensitive to these things for whichever reason, my past being one of them, and it reminds me of degradation and degeneracy. xxxx May God guide these poor misguided souls. x x x

I love you all! x x x x Thanks for all the support and kind words. x x x x x x x

People come in all sorts of shapes and forms. There are some, like me, who like to fulfil to their promises. x Others, however, like to talk the talk, but never walk the walk. x People who 'talk' will, (with their words), seductively lure you into a fresh garden of forbidden fruit, and ensconce you in otherworldly desires, before rudely expelling you outwards and throughwith via the snares of the Venus flytrap. Take heed, and be aware of these people, for they will chop and change like the wind, always mockingly waving a flag and then withdrawing it. x x I know that, for one, my mother always stuck royally to her word, even though that was never quite the attractive option. But at least she showed a face that was true and honest, through and through. x And this is a gift that I try to pass onto my children: never invest blindly with words unless you feel assured that you can repay those peach investments with actions, for you never know when your words, which slip so effortlessly into the collective sub-strata, will catch up with you. xxx

I find that the uncertainty makes life more exciting, more thrilling! Don't you think? xxx Beyond the body, we had coin-operated lamp systems at college. x x x x yes. xx very old school. x Literally. x I'll never forget that orchestra rehearsal when the lights suddenly dropped out. I was eating cherries at this particular time wanderer, and collecting their precious stones, when I discovered a flat one. I was just playing tom-foolery in the darkness and I happened to throw the cherry stone into the orchestra (because it was dark, nobody could see x) and the lights miraculously turned on! x x Chance was that my cherry stone had landed perfectly in that very coinage slot! how remarkable! xxx 🍒​💡

I sometimes sit out by the lake, and I marvel at the multitude of lights in the infinite celestial dome above us. x It is astonishing to think how many stars and planets there are in the universe, and it makes me wonder whether there is really any life out there? x Because I, for one, know that we are not alone, I can feel it in my heart of hearts. ❤️❤️but I have always been curious about the night sky, ever since I was a little girl, desirous to unravel the mysterious and disclose the secrets that may be yielded from within. x Beyond the body, just looking at the stars and thinking not only how far we are from our own star (the 'sun') but from our nearest neighbouring star, and in turn, from the next galaxy, it makes me feel small and insignificant in this vast, multi-faceted contraption we call the 'universe'. Because I am just one being of 7 billion individuals, all striving for generous knowledge and turning to the stars and the phenomena in nature for the answers. xxx I look to the future and I am optimistic. The future is bright. The future is a big and beautiful ball of light that hovers on the edge of the twilight sky and greets us as we once again awaken to the eternal, unfolding revelation; the miracle of the new day. my mind is open, my soul is enlightened. x may the planets preserve us! xxxxxxx

I love the weather. x x x So many different moods, colours and sentiments. x Often it might reflect how i might be feeling on a particular day. x Because sometimes, no matter how miserable you feel inside, simply to have the sun come through the clouds at an interval can lift even the most melancholy of spirits. x Bless the weather! xxx 😊❤️