She watched him, captivated by her son’s wonder and reverence…He opened his palms and momentarily the fish hovered in the water, recovering from its strange ordeal, before darting off in a blink as if never there.
He picked up the photo off the bookshelf. Carefully pinching it by a corner, he gently wafted it to remove the film of dust that had appeared to have formed on where it was perched.
Continue reading “Matrilineal Lines”It’s a fecking blog – of course it’s self-indulgent – but it’s therapeutic processing some of my mental murk and connecting with you.
Well, it’s been a while since I’ve put finger to keyboard to capture some of my pomtifications. It’s not that this blog is one of those side projects of mine that I initially throw myself into guns-a-blazing and then let drift off on to my psychic shelf to gather dust, unloved and forgotten. The truth is I’ve been through/am going through an intensely busy, but richly expansive phase of my life right now with shit loads going on and mental, spiritual and physical challenges aplenty floating around my little sphere. Continue reading “Getting back on the horse”
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