A woman’s song is her truth. The expression of her innermost thoughts and feelings is the sweetest song she can sing and it should not be muted. Many women who struggle with disordered eating fail to hear the sweetness of their own song because they are too busy listening to the singing of others. Rather… Read More
Sometimes I still feel like pinching myself — this love affair with the Duck Fish Man seems like a dream. Once I wrote : There is a chance, still, that I could find that person who simply makes it hard to breathe. The way his energy fills the room, the unspoken kindness in his eyes,… Read More
Two months ago on 30 March, Duck Fish Man found my *profile on RSVP and sent me this email (click for a larger view). You have to buy a “stamp” in order to send emails — normally men send a “kiss” first (free) in order to gauge interest, but Duck Fish Man went straight for… Read More
I have learned to relax and let go. I have learned to surrender. I have learned that my pleasure is what gives you pleasure. I have learned that it’s all about psychic energy — you feeling my spirit, my heart, my bliss, my abandonment. Yesterday I learned how to stay in heaven rather than just… Read More
Our breakfast was at a little cafe on Blues Point Road where we devoured our cooked meal like starving children. We smiled in secret at our recent memories, wondering again if all love stories felt as exquisitely magical as ours.
Today I am reminded that I have neglected recording the story of my life in my blog when my life has been the most exciting and the most horrifying it has ever been. I have been distracted by thinking about who is reading my words, rather than realising that I simply need to write them.… Read More
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GrpSjXo6ah0&a=zA0JJclRk5M&playnext_from=ML[/youtube] Those three words Are said too much They’re not enough All that I am All that I ever was Is here in your perfect eyes They’re all that I can see If I lay here If I just lay here Would you lie with me And just forget the world
Destiny is a play between divine grace and willful self-effort. Half of it you have no control over; half of it is absolutely in your hands, and your actions will show measurable consequences. We gallop through our lives like circus performers balancing on two speeding side by side horses – one foot is on the… Read More
Two souls meet in the space between the sky and the heavens, between sleeping and waking.
I write my own story. I am not a supporting character in some else’s drama. I am the author and the protagonist, interpreting the actions of others into my own narrative.
Yesterday afternoon I hopped on a plane and flew to Melbourne to celebrate the one month anniversary of being with The Last of the Mysterious Lavender Bay Duckfish/Boyfriend. After dropping my bag at his hotel room, we walked to a mysterious unmarked doorway in Russell Street with stairs leading down to a unpublicised Japanese bar/restaurant… Read More
The most beautiful flowers ever ~ still blooming a week later… … and the card that came with them, along with the overnight return flight to Melbourne I was sent to go out for dinner for our one month anniversary.