Sting like a jelly-fish

“In the night of death, hope sees a star, and listening love can hear the rustle of a wing.” ~ Robert Green Ingersoll Today while walking into Ralph’s supermarket, I saw the familiar old lady under yellow plastic. She was holding a white tissue to her red nose. She sat in her wheelchair at a … Continue reading Sting like a jelly-fish

pink brassière and gargoyle

Pink brassière and gargoyle stained glass window by Hudley 2014 When I was given my first brassiere, as mom called them, it wasn’t a day to remember. She secretly slipped them into my underwear drawer. This was under my closet. I was 13 years old when I found the two brassieres; little wee bras that … Continue reading pink brassière and gargoyle

This is not about the blue footed boobies… or is it a midnight summer dream ?

Do you like boobs a lot? Boobs a lot boobs a lot. Do you like boobs a lot? Boobs a lot boobs a lot. Of course, I did not affirm the quotes loudly. I wrote them in my journal instead. My big, beautiful boobs need the love of universal nurturing. They have passed the stage of Playboy Cover girl … Continue reading This is not about the blue footed boobies… or is it a midnight summer dream ?

I realized that my bosoms had the power to make music!

This is an ongoing reflection about being a woman, breasts and getting older. It is a dialogue with our 4th chakra, the heart chakra, which serves as a profound connection to our emotions and relationships. The place where a generation of women are now dealing with issues such as nurturing, being nurtured; breast and lung … Continue reading I realized that my bosoms had the power to make music!