Outside on the deck, cinnamon tea and a sneak cigarette I try to write the night.
The kid next door plays the piano and a turtledove coos from a nearby telephone wire.
Gentle wind rustling the trees reminds me of autumn leaves crunching under my boots, Easter egg hunts and play adventures.
In my dreams, an other life, I hold your hands and feel your smiles - still so warm and precious in my heart.
Come soon! Everything is ready and waiting on you.
Monday, December 26, 2016
Sunday, December 11, 2016
On Femininity .... for my daughter.
The essence of a woman? Soft round curves and fine features, naturally rosy cheeks and pink lips, delicacies to touch and taste and smell. The emotional cycles that drive tears, laughter, sadness and joy. It colours our relationships. The ones we value and foster. And as you share your tears and joys and fears, your dreams and laughter it drives a power within , a strength to stay with things just as they are – until, you find the courage to fight for wrongs left un-righted for too long. Value this gift, for your unique femininity is your creative expression, your sexuality, your power, your vulnerabilty, your love, your grace, your sanity, your joy and your sorrow.
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