Noticings…….It is the noticings that matter. Sometimes the noticings are not noticed…….all impact on us, consciously or subconsciously. What are your noticings today? Or not noticing….. 🙂
The journey is fast
It always had an end
Through all of it, Mom and Dad
I understand now – you were the real friend
Writing about hands. Pigmented, purposeful, pragmatic, perfect. Holding them, like caressing a honey dew melon. The firm skin protecting a soft sweetness underneath.
Connections in Cultures. The sultry movement of an abdomen. Swaying and pulsating to the vibrations of a tabled accordion. Naval piercings, the sensual metronome, keeping the pulse of the beating belly. Gold round chattering bracelets. sensual sweat collecting along the forearm.
COVID-19 has introduced us to a new type of invasion war. Creating a new “frontline” of soldiers fighting in a new type of army. The younger generation right now are helping to support the older generation and our economy. Has COVID-19 changed the definition of frontline and first responders? What are the differences?
My First Memory. I remember sitting straight up on my bed, fully alert, filled with excitement. My pink wallpapered bedroom felt soft, cozy. The sun shining through the white painted weathered window frame of the 150 year old farm house. Later a homemade Barbie Doll Cake. This is joy.
I hear dishes. They are stacked and being washed. The dishwasher is being loaded.
I hear an offer to go out to the store to get anything we need. There is kindness here.
A Border Collie, an old Case Tractor and a young girl. Searching and seeking for the genuine gems along life’s journey, came easy to them on that hot summers day.
I haven’t, I have….
I haven’t succumb, I haven’t been number one
I have sought positivity, I have enjoyed levity
I haven’t held my tail between my legs ,I haven’t bent my knees and begged,
I have tried to destroy ego, I have used the word no
How have you been?
B Plague versus C Virus. In five years, the Black Plague killed more than 20 million people. In five months, the COVID Virus, has killed 130, 885 people.
Ode to Healthcare Workers -Standing timid, like a mouse before a cat, Knock-kneed, shaking like rattles, they curse through the haze, Till on the haunting coughs, they turn their backs, And towards their distant rest began to trudge. Many have lost sleep,
I am dirt, says the dark brown chunks beneath the boot, as it walks upon the land.
I am support, says the solid ground, as the grass grows strong above.
I am beneath many, says the land, as it faces up to see the sky.