A home that’s warm and safe —

… and you wonder how much more - how much more can you lose? how much more can you grieve? how many more goodbyes forever? and you think maybe past a certain point it’s all loss moving forward and you understand there is no point and it is all meaningless …

… and then it’s gone again or back again or whichever way you choose to see it although it’s hardly even a choice is it? it just kinda creeps up even though it’s rigorously ignored until it’s all just words, words, words and they all sound hollow and meaningless artificial shallow and beingless…

A life lesson from my father — This was one of the more alternative perspectives my late father shared with me, as a younger ‘un, when it became apparent to him that my curiosity in The Sex had been more than just piqued. His guidance on sex went something like this… “You have something between your legs…

Feeling safe to be me — I’m in the Southern the hemisphere and it’s cold and grey right now. Damned cold. And damned grey. “I hate winter.” I mutter to myself repeatedly as I go about my day… mostly in my dressing gown in place of a jacket because hey… work from home has its perks. …

… you get me high and not in a good way coiled up tight wired til five up all night not in a good way hey hello goes on long after you’re gone and not in a good way nervous system ringing singing outta tune in the in-between everything you…

And dance with me — Sometimes ya just gotta lie on your face for a while. I used to have those moments too. When I , literally, just lay face down on the bed and refused to move for a bit. Overwhelmed with a heaviness that made it seem impossible to even turn my head…

… you make me soften again i suddenly see the sky differently again an unending possibility of easy like Sunday mornin’ and infinite mystery again - the formal emptiness of liminal space twice removed and patiently waiting - recedes at last - at last! there’s a whisper of soul seeping back into…

There’s nothing wrong with you — Today an Indian man in a small cafe put his hands together in the sign of “Namaste”, smiled at me delightedly and made my day as we said farewell to each other. I’d gone into the cafe to buy a couple of things and I was just being me. I’m…