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Sometimes I am poetry.
Limbs made of words,
legs of verse and stanza,
Mouth made of rhythm.
Limbs made of words,
legs of verse and stanza,
Mouth made of rhythm.
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As I restore images to my gallery, I find I am deeply moved by my work. Sometimes to tears.
This art means so much to me, represents so much of me... my pain and joy, struggles and moments of peace, love and anger, thirst and hunger.
I'm not a simple woman, but I am not so complex. I put myself out here, but I also keep the deepest corners of my heart private, for only those who mean the most to me.
I believe in love, kindness, compassion, and respect. I believe in self exploration. I believe in loyalty and commitment, romantic love and soulmates, passionate love and the most spiritual of sexual love.
In some ways, I feel I am moving into a space that is beyond my body, yet with a connection to my body that is stronger than ever.
I use my body to express thoughts, feelings... the magic markers of being human. I feel my body is sacred, but it is also merely molecules. It is not meant to be hidden, not shameful, though I do struggle with body image issues.
I sense my parts, all of those wondrous, exquisite parts that make up the the whole of this being. I tune in to my body and listen to it with interest, with a love of self that is too complex to explain or even understand fully yet. A love that accepts this body as my only means of moving through this life, one that I should take care of, one that can give me great pleasure and allow me to feel pain. That includes this heart, and I do not mean the blood pumping muscle within my chest.
“Life and love are life and love, a bunch of violets is a bunch of violets, and to drag in the idea of a point is to ruin everything. Live and let live, love and let love, flower and fade, and follow the natural curve, which flows on, pointless.” -- D.H. Lawrence
When I am done following this natural curve of motherhood and humanity, let my molecules fly from this corporeal prison and join the rest of the universe... there will be no need for them being collected in this way. But while I am here, let me celebrate this collection that is me...
"The aim of life is to live, and to live means to be aware ~
joyously, drunkenly, serenely, divinely aware." Henry Miller.
I am aware once again. Aware, awake, and alive...
