Slipping Away


We never knew how much time we would have together, years have passed and we still do not know, and so we try to hold on as firmly as we can, but even as we do so

time slips through our fingers

Ocean View

Sydney is sizzling, skins are frying, soles are walking on coals, and really there is only one thing to do. 

And that is head down to the closest beach, slap on the sunscreen, hats, rashis and more sunscreen, grab a coffee, and submerge whole body into the cool waters. (My Scottish complexion is really taking strain).

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Heat Wave

It is nearing 6:30 pm, I stepped off the bus and slapbang into the middle of a heatwave. I had to take my time walking home, even stopping to rest it is that hot. The sun beating onto my arms, glistening drops starting to form, my body temperature soaring, and if this is what it means to be in Sydney in January, all I can say is:

Roll on my birthday month April pretty please

Calm

Everything is calm and the world is peace and I am content for today and may the feeling last for as long as it can last.

Public Transport

On the bus and not alone all the seats are taken except one beside me until someone takes a seat and larger than me and the size of the seat and arms side by side touching skin upon skin naked flesh and I can feel a layer of perspiration form between where our arms are joined and I am like please

No!

Being a Woman

My first day back to work and on the bus and so many long-sleeved shirts and long pants and ties, and I am in my favorite designer skirt and new top I bought with my long service voucher and heels and perfume and soft skin and hair in place and suddenly it pops into my head

it is wonderful being a woman

At Peace

I am at peace with the world
I am at peace with me
I am at peace

Thank you for my beating heart
Thank you for my life
Thank you

If this my last night shall be
Let me live it
Joyfully

Spare one last night to breathe in
All the pure goodness
Surrounding me

I have lived, I have loved
I have fought
I am

Grant one last wish of mine I plead
That my written words should be
My testimony

And if I should not make it through the night
Know that I am at peace, I am at rest
There are no words left in me

Selah