I met her in the desert last year,
this goddess of a Taurean Woman.
She spent her days walking around the earth,
when we met she was exploring the ochre tracks of the Northern Territory.
We became firm friends the week we were together,
there in the desert,
dancing in the mouths of wide caves together.
Sometimes I see her face
on women in the shopping centres,
so far away from the walking trails and the desert,
and I think of her sweet soul
and all our adventures out there.
Megan Lotus Hands, I’m loving you and sending a blown kiss and dandelion out into the wind to find you. I wish you the deepest of happiness and the greatest of joys. You are a treasure.