Man hangs on to woman’s’ bag as she goes to bathroom. “Wow, this is heavy!!” He says as she walks away. “Yes”, she replies over her shoulder, “it has my make up bag on it!”
As he stares at her departure, I hope to hell he is contemplating the weight of society’s forced standard of beauty. IMO she looks like a strong, pretty young woman.
Strong from carrying around that big, heavy bag o’ makeup, I guess!
Go barefoot and brave, kick sand in the tire tracks of life.
My favorite time…
A cup of java
My thoughts flowing around like colors.
I can feel the fabric of my being being torn into two pieces… What is this new reality?
I am I am I am
Into the darkness she tumbled
With a blink, the lights come on just as soon as the artificial ones go out
See????? The answers lie within, the muse hides her head so her heart is heard
I dance on the new waves of blessings.
I haven’t wrote for such a long time
I miss the verbal connection to my creative self.
I long to move ahead with my life, maybe the non-writing is self sabotage…I notice it often.
My inner saboteur, I will learn to love you, too, as I love my inner wise woman and creative soul.
My wounded child cries, my inner mother soothes, my inner father, protects.
I smile, I return to center where I await.
Kitten in the Sun