For most of my life I have harboured feelings of sadness, insecurity and low-level fear which have led me to half live. There are many things I coulda, woulda, shoulda done, but for my full mind getting in my own way. I tethered myself with invisible ropes. I clipped my own wings.
Learning from the Inside Out
Grass! Spiders! Bamboo sticks! …bored them to tears… So, back through the kitchen they marched, seeking an unregimented adventure.
they took to the wilds like animals released from captivity; bounding up bricks and boulders, mashing through mud, scaling slippery slopes. ennui evaporated, they claim the turf, creating their own challenges; each by each they reach the peak. self-sorting by the swing, a fair game begins; look at me! they shrill as they fly over […]
dashing to the car (dodging the driving rain), we made our way over to Spike today*; we are making art again.
bursting into life, sprouting up from the ground, our neighbourhood is abound with the hope and promise of resurrection. we play detective; espying these signs of spring – underfoot and overhead – treading softly, in awe of this ordinary miracle.
there’s a stillness about the house, interrupted only by the voices of virtual visitors.
fresh flesh presses against a cheek, smoothing it softly with his silken palm. he reads beneath the lines; feeling beyond the form of me, to touch the truth of me. he is, by turns, gentle and grasping.