I have hair of honey

eyes of ocean

lips like the pink of oyster shell

hands of a pianist

lines like a eucalypt

uneven tumbling breasts

broad shoulders

fingers fumbling for a pen

to record it all.

This is me,

in this incantation.

– me, 13 Sept 2004

Oh would some power the gift to give us, to see ourselves as others see us!

– Robert Burns

Am joyous, am tired, am loving.

Right here, right now.


PS ~ Beautiful post on Lisa Marie’s day here.