Dear heart
I tend to like not getting dressed now until at least 10 oclock
Its not that I don’t want to be up, I love the mornings so much, I just wish to pad around slippers and socks
Listening to your heart
To the rhythm that you make when I listen, deeply listen, and so I am reminded of You. no pain
I fear pain on a level that is terror full
I pray one day this ends.
Please forgive me heart I tend to vie away from those who do not understand me now. I tend to walk away and turn my back towards a brighter future some way but today I’d like to turn towards the sun. For her to illuminate a new way
She is always a she for me, the Sun…despite what they say
I think today I’d like to tell you what I love
I LOVE ON AN EXCRUCITAINGLY DEEP AND TENDER LEVEL WHICH IN THE SAME BREATH IS JOYFUL:
Being with safe. Safe is my Kate.
Lie ins with Hest
The caravan
Being mamma with fur
Taking time
Enjoying reading mornings evenings and even some times in the day
Blending teas and going to work but only if it feels like a good wholesome honest living
Love taught me that; come home to my being;
With faith
Faith lies in belief in new beginning I pray.
I love rose buds and nettles planted in cute cups
The steam of the water meeting the dew of the morning.
The way light catches the tea and the jar…
I love the soft the slow and the warm
I love the gentle as well; wrapping another in blanket asking how they are
LISTEN
All the things I needed as child more and more
I love cotton and cashmere
I love hot baths
herbs & spices; people who smell of cinnamon
Porridge.
Baked apples
The no rush of the morning moonlight flooding the windows shapes on the walls from stars
A moon in my pocket planted for sunrise a place to write everything down;
make a mark
A mark that doesn’t talk about angst but rather my heart
Id really really like that, Dear tender Heart xxxxxxxxxxx
I suppose its just the life I adore
And under neath the permission slip of it all….
