There is just something so peaceful, wonderfully quiet and soul cleansing about finding yourself in the middle of the great outdoors.
Just when Moi needed it the most, I found myself seeking refuge, solstice, and a deep need to cleanse my senses. While enjoying some of the finer elements that only nature can offer, Moi, Diva Girl and my “special guest/date” made our way to a cozy cabin. It was complete with deer heads, a fireplace, an antique dining table, a fireplace, bedding, and a lovely view of the forest. Outside the cabin, was a table, fire pit and the tallest trees I think Moi has ever seen.
This is the second time that Moi has stayed Peaceful Pines. The owner Anna and her fiancée Chad are such enduring, hospitable, and fun hosts! Anna is a guidance counselor by day, and by night she is provides a profound service called: Peaceful Pines Healing Practices. She offers: Personal and Holistic Counseling, Spiritual and Life Coaching, Hypnotherapy, Past Life Soul Regression, Reiki and a few other things.
Maybe it is the fresh air, or the stillness of the forests’, the late summer breezes, the stars at night that shine and twinkle, or the aura that encircles you while standing in the middle of the woods taking it all in, the power of nature, finding your center.
Moi, my “special guest,” met Mimi for lunch at my much loved and favorite lunch spot, the Deli Of Divinity…The Farmers Market Deli. This time I had the sandwich called The Metro Sexual, Cream Of Mushroom Wild Rice, and enjoyed the onlookers wondering if that was really Divine Man in the cut off jean shorts, with the wife beater t-top, diamond necklace and flip-flops.
After lunch Moi and my “special guest” retreated back to the woods with wine that we purchased at the surprising gem of a winery called: Pine River Winery LLC, Raven’s Cache Wine. The Oenologist, Patrick Arndt is also a school teacher and well as a delightful wine maker. He has over 40 wines available for sampling(which is the best part) and buying. Moi has bought his wines for 2 years now and enjoys them to the last drop. Moi recommends the Cherry Port as well as many others. He grows his own grapes, fruits, etc. Ravens Cache Wines is a must! And only about a mile from Peaceful Pines Cabin!
I encourage you to make a week, weekend, retreat out of Peaceful Pines
Anna@peacefulpineshealingpractices.com
Enjoy many and all of Patrick’s wines while relaxing at the cabin, reading The Misadventures Of A Divine Man!www.ravenscachewine.com
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Divineness is within the mind, body, spirit and soul. In the your past, present and future, just let it be.
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Naturally I thought of going totally Greek god like, then the idea came to me to go overboard a bit with body paint and have a ocean scene painted on my back, but then if I dipped into the pool the paint would be washed away.
So after looking at about 50 different swim suits, 75 wigs, 100 pairs of flip-flops, and 374 tubes of lip gloss I finally made my choice. Thankfully I had 3 days to prepare.
Let’s just say this, sometimes less is more!
Prior to leaving for the “pool party” Moi thought a few opinions on my outfit for the event would be ideal. So I strutted myself outside onto the 3 tier deck that overlooked a sweeping view of the countryside and of the pool. Everyone was there, Tulips, Big Daddy, the boys and a few other people. Everyone was frolicking in the sun and the water, they were happy and gay(well not all of them, LOL) and I walked down the stairs and stood at the pool steps. Right away there was a camera flashing! I was given 2 thumbs up, or more like to 4’s. You see our family friend, Johnny was born without thumbs, hence the name Johnny No Thumbs, and when he gave you a five, he was actually giving you a four, so I guess 8 out of 10 is great!
Anyways…
I left and made my way to the “pool party” which I must say, when I got to the address that I was given, Moi was a bit perplexed, but thought “have an open mind Divine Man.” There was a sign on the very large doors which read “bell out of order please flash your tata’s” well I was already exposing them, due to my outfit and so I stood there shaking my chest and squeezing them together pretending to smash a beer can in between them.
Within a few seconds a man came to the door, he was wearing all leather, his beard was down to his 3rd chin, his belly was…well rather bustling at the seams, and he took me by the arm and threw me up over his shoulder and carried me into the where all the action was.
As he put me down and I turned around, I was just so stunned. I mean stunned is not even the correct term to use, I was just so blown away(which I had the feeling a few wanted to do to me) and then I spotted my new friend that had invited me to come. I asked him why everyone else was wearing leather? And black boots, and why there was hard rock blasting from the pipes, and what was with all the beer? He then escorted me through the crowded room to a sealed doorway. On the other side of the doorway was a pool hall where his GF Big B. Bonnie was competing for the title: The Mid-west Pool Player of the Year!
I asked my friend why he had invited me to come to a “pool party” and felt no need for explanation as to what kind of “pool party” it was? He smiled and said: well we did meet in a leather/pool bar?
Turns out Big B. Bonnie won!
And Moi was the life of the party. Everyone took turns having Moi ride around on their shoulders, I taught them all the “Thriller” dance, and showed them how to make loin cloths out of their leather wears.
Just because a word is spelled the same, looks the same, it does not always mean the same thing.
Do you ever take notice to the lack of people or persons that will protect, stand next to you when life gets nasty?
Moi has a tale to tell you, one that is a bit disturbing, disgusting, and hopefully you or anyone you care about ever has to experience what Moi did.
It all started when I was 18 years young, when my parents began socializing with The Keiper Family. Which consisted of Timmy and Sharlie, and their daughter Dana. To paint a picture of them for you…here goes! Terry stood about 5’9, weighing in at about 325 lbs, large fat nose, breath that only another smoker could enjoy, his hair was brown with gray running through it and on each side of his face where sideburns would be, he had 2 patches of hair that were detached like 2 little islands. Most times he would be sporting a flask. Now his wife Sharlie was a meek and mild woman, skin and bones, fair skinned, permed hair that was a blonde/white/gray color. She was the ever so obedient little wifey. Then there was Dana who might have been 13, she wore her hair all slicked back and short. She was rather a tomboy I guess. She was always mistaken to be a boy. She lacked feminine touches. And she hung on to my every word.
Moi has always been very intuitive, some would say that I am a witch, or psychic, or that I have “the gift” which has helped me, guided me and been of great protection to me throughout my entire life.
Moi was able to read Timmy Keiper. He was a rude, arrogant and perverted creep. However Big Daddy and Tulips either did not see it that way, or chose not too. I guess no one wants to believe or see the worst in people, especially those you call friend.
Whenever the 2 families were together, dining out, at a antique car show, or at each others houses he would always, and I do mean each and every time, he would feel compelled to verbally attack me. And there I would be, all alone with no one to protect or stand up to this mean bully. I learned what it meant to be self-protective at a very young age.
Over the next few years these situations would escalate and turn physical. The first time it happened we were all at a holiday party which was for the auto club my parents were members of. It was the end of the evening and Timmy thought he was being funny in his own perverted mind and attacked me, he grabbed me and tried kissing me, and as I tried to fight him off he threw me to the floor and got on top of me and forced himself on my body and put his slimy wet smokers lips and breath on me. All the while the people that were standing all around just watching. No one came to my aid. No one.
This happened more then once. I shared my feelings of distain for this man with my parents. They finally “woke up” and saw the light. Or in his case, the darkness around him. They were blinded, after all they are only mere humans. They removed the Keiper family from their circle. I always wanted to know why an adult man would openly try and kiss a young male while forcing himself ? Is he just a pervert, or is he on the DL? Has he done this to other young boys?
I also wondered if he beat his wife? I should tell you about her, that is another tale all in itself.
What I experienced and learned from this situation was that I am my own protector, and I alone would always wear my suit of protection. Make sure no one could break through my wall. And so I became the protector of those that needed protection. Someone to stand up for and next to them, when no one else would.
Karma…she always comes back around. And sometimes when she bites, she bites HARD. I am a true believer in Karma.
Moi is not sure if it was all the excitement of celebrating my 1st Anniversary of “The Misadventures Of A Divine Man” last Friday, or if it was just simply one of the worst cases of Diarrhea known to man kind?
From the moment I fluttered my baby blues open until late afternoon I spent most of the day on the porcelain throne. The shitter, the poop pot, the hershey home, you get my point, right? Anyways, Moi ran to the bathroom many, many time. So many times that I was literally “pooped out” when all was said and done, and flushed!
No one at my “surprise” Anniversary Dinner knew what I had been through all day. No one knew my booty was sore, and that my booty was dragging. For I held it all together as I always do. As you know the show must go on.
I wore a red satin suit with a black boa, and of course my famous and infamous white Jackie-O’s! I was smashing, simply smashing. There must have been hundreds of people gathered awaiting my arrival. Hundreds of fans, friends and family all gathered there for me. Each of them held a white or a red rose in one hand, and in the other, something that was special to them for Moi to autograph.
Once the opening speeches were made, the toasts were shared, the laughs began, the tears flew, that is when the martini’s appeared! Moi just loves a good stiff one or two.
The menu consisted of Nachos, Pico Shrimp, Zesty Wings, Artichoke Dip, Cheesecake Squares, Soup, Steak Ala Divine and a few other sides. Moi was unable to eat certain items for fear of recapturing the shits again. Regardless though, Moi could not help but enjoy a few bites.
The evening concluded with hugs, congrats, kisses, lots and lots of pictures and well-wishes.
It wasn’t until Moi got home later that night, that I spent the night on the throne, being awakened by the pressure building from inside and the those old familiar pains that can only mean one thing, like a blast from the past, it blew like Mt. Saint Helens all over again!
Even when you think your life is the shits, it is then that you need to rise to the occasion and let the world know just how divine you are!
Who would have thought a year ago when I created “The Misadventures Of A Divine Man,” Moi would touch the computer screens, hearts and minds of thousands of people from all over the world?
2009/2010 was a period of time in my life that tested my will, my courage, and my very core. As I reflect back since August 12th, 2010 when Divine Man aka…Moi was born, I smile.
What Moi has learned since I first typed my first story “In The Beginning” well, Moi has learned a lot, and has become even more divine(if that is possible?) through all of life’s trials, twists, turns, highs, lows, smiles, tears, dates, and tribulations!
I started this blog as a therapy of sorts, and then I realized that Moi had an amazing gift: the gift of humor and inventive writing. Now, I know I have much more to learn about many things, but what I do know is that anyone, anywhere can be divine. Maybe you are homeless living in a park, a single parent of 3 kids, the president, in a wheelchair with no legs, battling cancer, or oversees in the military. Or climbing the Swiss Alps, growing your grapes at your vineyard, working 3 jobs to make ends meet. Or maybe you are living your dream? Doing exactly what you have always wanted to do, even being unemployed like so many others. It is in any and all times/situations we find ourselves in, that we can embrace who we really are. What we are made of, and that we are divine.
So I know you all are wondering “how is Divine Man going to celebrate this very special day?” well my fans, I am going The Big K! HAHA!!! I guess you will have to continue to read “The Misadventures Of A Divine Man” to find out!
Thank You to each and everyone of you for making Divine Man so divine!
Happy 1st Anniversary to Moi!
Moi looks forward to the future! Moi has BIG plans in the works! Stay tuned!
Kiss, Kiss…
“Picture it” the time is 3:49am on a hot Saturday morning in August, there is darkness all around me, and as I lay in bed adjusting my eyes to the black void I slowly extend my left hand over to the table next to the bed to get my cell phone. Every now and then I hear the sound of flapping all around Moi. As I lay in bed thinking “there must me a big moth in my room?”
I grab my cell phone and open it up to reveal a bright light, almost like magic bursting out of Harry Potter’s wand. It is then I see the "it". It is a large BAT! I immediately go into stealth mode under my blanket, thinking “what in the hell am I gonna do with a freaking BAT?” I slowly uncover one eye to see where it is, and see it circling my bed as if it wants to join me! And then it flees from my room. I get up out of bed, am now standing naked, my knees are a bit shaky, and I feel the need to release some gas, which turns into a squirt that proceeds to run down my leg.
I quickly call Tulips and Big Daddy and tell them “There is a dam Bat in the house, I just shit myself, somebody better get their asses down here and KILL THE S.O.B.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Big Daddy descends down the stairs(in boxer shorts) and sees the BAT flying around the bar/family room. He is ready with a broom, Raid, and his cane. Moi is loaded with a can of Hairspray, fresh lip-gloss, my red feather boa, dressed in silk PJ’s, and is also carrying a wooden boat paddle.
Once we are in place, ready for BAT Battle, it seems the BAT has disappeared. So we decide to sit in the dark and wait for it to rear it’s ugly head. Moi then decides to make some popcorn and watch a movie while waiting for the right moment to seize the BAT. We watch Bonanza, which is enough to make Moi sleep. Still no BAT.
Saturday night comes and no BAT is seen. I laid in bed with one eye open all night. When morning came and the first hints of the sunshine peaked into my room, I thought “what a rough 2 nights it has been.” I only wish that the BAT is gone! That somehow it found it’s way out!
“Picture It” it is 2:49am Tuesday morning, I am in bed and am awakened to the sound of pitter patters, almost as if it is hail hitting the wall, and so I turn on one of my pink crystal chandelier lamps to see if the BAT is in my room again. There is nothing flying around. But I keep hearing the pitter patter. So I open my bedroom door and turn on a light only to see the BAT fly past my nose and out into the bar/family room. Moi grabs a broom. Calls Tulips and Big Daddy for backup. I kneel on the floor, I go into attack mode, my blood is pumping, my heartbeat is rapid, and my teeth are grinding. I am ready and in position to hit the BAT as if I am standing at home base during the World Series waiting to hit the ball and make a home run. The BAT is wild, it is flying around and around and around. Diving left and right, Moi keeps swinging. The air is getting heavy, beads of sweat are starting to form on my head and now are beginning to trickle down my back and making my perfect booty wet. Moi swings, the BAT is getting tired, my hands are clutching my broom(the new Turbo 2012) as my knuckles whiten, and that’s when the BAT meets my broom. He is dazed and confused, but carries on. As The BAT continues to fly around, he seems to be slowing down some.
Is it possible that he wants a time out? Or maybe he realizes it is over?
Moi takes one last swing.
I know one is not suppose to kill BATS, but something in me snapped. I felt like I was in the middle of the battle of Troy, and I was fighting my way to the palace. I just kept pounding and pounding the BAT. Big Daddy was saying “Divine Man, that is enough” but I just kept pounding while yelling out “I got you, you S.O.B, you little freaking ugly ass!”
Even when in battle, always remember…to wear your lip-gloss and hold your own!
Recently Brady and Moi made our way to the shores of Lake Michigan for a long weekend of relaxation, cosmos, great food, fun filled conversation, and the occasional photo opp and autograph signings.
We were standing on the shoreline of Lake Michigan as the sun was setting, the seagulls were all a buzz, there were people out and about walking with their kids, the skyline was filled with lovely shades of pink, blue, purple and a fiery orange ball. The air was calm and heavy with the summer heat. As we walked along enjoying the view, Moi was wearing short white shorts exposing my tanned thighs, a red tank top, red flip flops, and my white Jackie-o’s. Brady had on tan linen shorts, a sporty white and tan short sleeved shirt and sandals while looking rather attractive. We walked along and ended up having a perfect dinner at The Courthouse Pub.
The Courthouse Pub is located at 1001 South Eighth Street, Manitowoc WI 54220.
Divine Man first had the pleasure and delight of discovering this historical gem the Summer of 2010. I vowed then and there that I would return!
Brady and I started out with the most intense, flattering, and palette pleasing Cosmopolitan that my mouth and lips have ever had the pleasure of experiencing. The glasses were chilled, glistening, and filled with cranberries that have been soaked in Chambord, the juice from the delightful mixture combined with the top shelf vodka, and the other ingredients made my body squirm with surprise and a bit of heaven! We then proceeded to a table where our perfect waitress greeted us with the day’s specials and the menu. After much debate Brady ordered the Walleye which was dusted in Almond Flour, then seared to mouth watering perfection with honey and white wine. It was balanced with wild rice and fresh green beans that snapped in his mouth with each bite.
Moi surprised everyone and ordered the thick, smoked and tender pork chop. It was moist and exuded a robust smokey finish that lingered just right on the palette. It made me feel tough and manly! While I chewed on the bone and enjoyed the snappiness of the green beans like Brady did, I also reeled in the cinnamon apple slices that were baked in a buttery sugar brown sauce that made me wanting more then just apples!
The Owner, John made his rounds more then once to inquire as to how our meals were and to ask where we were from and to make sure he met Moi(he must be a fan) and we concluded the truly outstanding dinner experience with a walk around the historical building and the neighborhood.
If you are desiring a dinner that will surprise, entertain, linger on the palette and stir feelings of romance from within, then you need to dine at The Courthouse Pub.
Moi and Brady will be back for more mouth watering, stimulating, and desirable Cosmos and cuisine.
We rated this with 5 stars!
Thank You to John and his very professional Staff for going above and beyond!
You want a divine dining experience, go to The Courthouse Pub.
