I’m craving some Divine splendour. “Oh, how splendid” she said in a British accent, “you have Splenda.”
Belinda and Lucinda drank their aspartame tea and snickered at their Snickers bar while wearing sneakers that squeaked underfoot.
Under there, was bare. No underwear to share, poor yet happy, and free.
The breeze on the labia. How lovely. Skinny-dipping and the cool water swirling around all that makes us women. Swimming and flying and peacocking. I guess we would all peahen, not cock. Pea-henning all over town in our neutrals, earthy browns and layers of texture and pattern. Which witch is which? Camouflage in broad daylight – gosh – speaking of broads – I’m so glad I don’t hear that term anymore. That was a favourite term used by my dad. He was really confused when he had two daughters – how can a womanizer be a supportive dad to feminists? Lol.
We taught him well. He raised us in sports, more like if he had sons, I guess. Funny how we were sort of bro-ey. Ok, my mind is taking me all over the place – time to listen to and be led by my body. Quiet the mind and listen to the body. I can feel my right wrist – a bit constricted as it holds the pen. My right toes are tingling a bit and my lower back and left hip are aching – what are they telling me? Can I practice going beyond the superficial feelings and sensations in my body and go deeper – to organs, or the cellular level. Can we change our own DNA? If we heal, can we heal those before us?
where rivers are born 