We'll see how this looks in the morning....just a few wine soaked thoughts

I think I can now empathize with what being alone means. Alone and out of reach is different than plain old, no one nearby. It’s different when you are left alone by choice. It’s difficult to know there are people not very far away who choose not to be with you anymore.

It stings. It’s hurtful.

Energy sucking it is to keep moving forward; keep choosing to put one foot in front of the other. I miss my kids that is certain. I know they are safe and having fun and will undoubtedly run into my open arms with gusto like a plate of their favourite meal. I know them and know they will return like the proverbial bird once set free.

Just as there is an opening in my heart for someone who is my match, there is a void that could only provide the space for the companion. I guess the choice here is focus on the potential not the gap.

My children sustain me, give my days structure and love and responsibility. Something that may be lacking for others if only in an excuse to do/or not to do something. They both provide parameters for my choices; ensure that I give thought to most of my action; conscious of the consequences not only for me but reverberation to them. I choose love not fear; patience not guilt; laughter not regret. I am nothing if I cannot present choice and unwavering confidence in the ability of my children. Only that can I model and offer as my humility.

Sabina-Shawina.

Gawd; I had no idea I hadn't let loose
Really let it all go, kick off my shoes
Shake my body; let it groove to my music
Inside my core only shared with the intrinsic

Show me how to let it howl
Get down on the ground and growl
Be silly, and goofy, and childish
Roll around and giggle; be outlandish

Let me be sassy, let out the fox
Cougars or tigers out of the box
Hoot and holler, squeal and reel
Dance and carry on; how good it feels!

Weather Balloon Dreams

I fell like such a dummy.
Resolves suddenly crumbly
What was I thinking, where to go now?
My sympathies returned somehow.

When you fall in love with potential
When a dream is exponential
Like a balloon you've had to let go
And weather the winds to and fro

But when your vessel is broken and torn
And you've run out of hot air, only scorn
Once you've run out of life and breath,
It's time to cut the strings, and see what's left

Touch, Love, Live.

My body hums, my lips eager to breathe a gift of love. Can you see through the longing in the arch of my back and curl of my toes, the tension in my back blades? To nuzzle in the sling of your shoulder and neck I do remember.

The purring resonates and the whisper of your breath creates a moment so soft. Dark chocolate centres make me swhirl in their bounty of experience and call me unto you.

One little gesture, subtle language, and my body alights. I want to feel beautiful for me so it can radiate to you. I want to smile and laugh and be infectious to me and then recognized and desired by you.

I want to feel, I want to touch, I want to love.

Precious Perfume

I have a little bottle, it's just for you
And it has a perfect spot, your own perfect hue.
It's shaped just right and it's content reflects
A special light, a friendship, one with respect.

So within this precious glass is a personality all yours
Opportunity for connection- thoughts opening doors
In our minds there's room despite guarded emotions
For friends of all kinds...aromas, delicacies, devotions

Gluttony can be our demise, and some scents sting
But everything in good measure, pleasure it does bring
And so with that my cherished friend like perfume
I put you on the shelf sometimes and let life resume.

Stand Tall

Oh how can I tell you how I feel
When my open heart is so real
To stay out of the way of myself
Putting vulnerability on the top shelf

I love and want and desire all at once
My limitations, my fears I musn't denounce.
The best for you, the best of you I hope
The essence of love thought but never spoke

Without commitment, without tangled limbs
Fostering companionship is what we give
You've shown me through your eyes
What I've suspected and can now realize

Sometimes jumbled, sometimes blundered
Within your laugh and courage I am humbled
Sacred and revered our circle rounds strong
Wondering to what end this bond belongs

Please know I stand tall
With you, I see above it all

I am grateful for who you are
The little boy who's come so far.

Saturday Satisfaction

It's raining but I don't care
Feeling really great I do dare
To keep my spirit high and aware
My essence and light to the world I share.

Moments like these are important to imbibe
So many people, for this they do strive
Dramas and excuses often contrived
To deny new growth once life arrived

Audacious, bold and a dash of grace
Give me some room to show my face
Who wants to dance and forget the race
Gentle footprints all over the place.

Swirl and twirl arm and arm
Leave our mark with no harm
The world is ours the sun so warm
Prosperity, love and respect do swarm