Prompt: Friendship. How has a friend changed you or your perspective on the world this year? Was this change gradual, or a sudden burst?
my last post mentioned this but i want to celebrate Anna - even though she never comes here i want to celebrate the difference she has made in my life
i have always loved words (not that you'd know the way i mangle grammar and punctuation here - it would damage her to read the way i write)
i love how they each have a story, how they are carriers of their own energy
but i learned pretty early on that wheelbarrow words made me seem like a snob, like i was trying to be too clever
i swear i wasn't - there are just sometimes where big words are the ones to use and nothing else will do
well i learned to make do
i also learned not to make puns or stupid jokes because i would be sniggering away very amused with myself and see the person i was conversing with look at me with the expression of "there is now a big sticky boogey hanging out of your nose" (and there wasn't, i have actually been out to the mirror to look)
Anna is the one who has healed all that.
She was an English scholar at Oxford. She loves words, the more wheelbarrow the better for her.
She loves stupid puns.
and when we are together we laugh
like our pelvic floors have nothing better to think of
i feel more whole because i don't have to hide two things that i find so damned nourishing and beautiful
she is a gift to me in many many ways
we are so friggin different and yet we love each other
The colour of the sky *the ocean * Elizabeth and Maeve * people who reach beyond the ordinary * genuine generosity *good food * watching things grow * the miracle of birth *a woman's power *tenderness in all its forms * the cycle of life * courage * people with a sense of fun * compassion * beautiful jewellery * art that is made from the heart - without a view to the purchaser or the market but made because it has to come *Clarissa Pincola Estes * grace
LIKE SANDS THROUGH THE HOURGLASS THESE ARE MORETHINGSTHATITHINK
i welcome you with warmth and love to the thoughts that grab me .... and the way they come out of my fingers when i make the time in my day as a mother and artist and poodle walker to write them down.....