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The vented spleen of a frustrated communicator! |
| Living in a strange place with most family and all friends a long way away, there are times when talking to myself is the only option..... |
| Last night I saw my life from another perspective...from above. There have been times I have looked into a mirror and tried to see the person I once was. Unrecognisable. A life of love and loss have formed a crust across those years. This face belongs to my Mother. These limbs belong to her mother. This life is not the one I ordered when I stepped into adult hood! Then, a button pushed out of interest, took me to childhood places, rubbed dirt in my face, skinned my knees, slept in my little bed and showed me a past I thought was gone forever. I felt the breath of my first born against my breast, patted my childrens bottoms. My Dad heard me tell him I loved him. I heard familiar voices gathering, straining to be remembered. Sadness? Gratitude? Wonder? All of those things. Because last night, I googled the earth. |
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