Non Apologetic Adventurous Life

As a young girl…I used to lay at night, waiting for that unique sound of coils squeaking in a rhythmic pattern rising from my parents bedroom. That magical sound that made me blush even before I knew what was going on. Blushing to my unexplained attunment to these sounds –
Life force awakened inside my veins.
What does it mean to be a full woman, Mother?
After your death I decided to be even a fuller woman.
A little bit more on your behalf.

Mother, you taught me to be a good girl – a good wife… But a good woman…? I had to go and discover that on my own.


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My inner garden
is welcoming
bees and butterflies
oriented
to divine nectar.

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ocean hum ,
in the air.
unseen forces tantalize every curl of my hair.

Tender vibrations rise from the
smallest of flutters.

My inner fountain overflow
with joy
of non apologetic

permission to play

Dec 23, 2004