The marital ideal in the West is to meet someone who makes you happy; maybe even someone who takes your breath away (if you’re lucky). To court for a while, and then have a relationship proposal. To do romantic things together. To share friends. To share experiences; travel. To integrate with one another’s families and then after some years, more...
Our wedding day was one of the happiest days of my life. I felt so deeply content; in touch with life; connected. I felt centred and at ease – on a gut level, knowing that everything to come would be electric and beautiful, growthful and supportive. It rained for us; our day was blessed. Who would have guessed that the heavens would have gushed more...
I can’t sleep. I have a book to write it’s pouring out of my soul. I have huge canvasses to paint with angry colours. I have pictures to take and roads to run. There are gardens waiting for me. Roses that need planting! Beautiful, over red tomatoes awaiting my bite. Trees to climb wild lakes to swim. Pine-needles to roll in How can I possibly more...
I’ve been spending a substantial amount of time with myself in the dark hours, nurturing Something Important. I can only understand it as deeply personal and overdue. Various factors in life delayed this process for me and as amorphous as it may come across, it is of course the most significant relationship I will ever work on. “The Dark more...
it rained tonight and my hair fell out in bunches and in the mirror my eyes betrayed a fear too deep to hold and outside it was dark the water struck the roof with wild indifference and i sat on the floor staring at my scalp it rained tonight and my hair fell out in my hands and the solitude was inconsolable as i threw away the black strands of my womanhood more...
