Hi It's been a while. I could not be here because I was lost. Just when I thought I'd arrived, every corner carried the placard: 'not there yet.' There is a lot I can say about how I'd lost a sense of who I was particularly in the last seven to ten years. I don't quite remember how it started and why it took so long. Middle age (and the years leading to it) found me unprepared and almost robbed me of my sanity. My head dealt with it somewhat quietly while my heart screamed in a strange place where no one could hear her. Now managing my fog on the brain and battered self, I realize I'm what I was and always will be. A woman. A survivor. A writer. I am writing again.
Soprano to Contralto
leaves, teabags pyramids I climb honey, milky way a moonbeam let a teardrop read cookies spell cackle
scalpel edges soprano big scene watercolour ...excellence ...trim laces on sun dance
mezzo-soprano add lace corset era lose dark hues add rose dash of green butterflies
earthy tones contralto touch of amber brush strokes terracotta brown revolt chocolate
soiled fingers crease palms meadows lemon easels oil, sun serenade dreams made of this