There is a lot that I am being asked to accept these days. And it is tough, especially when the heart rails against it all.
But I am working on it, because, as I am being told again and again, it is what it is...
what a flavorless sentence.
The garden may also revolt if I don't tidy her up.
Womanhood and Motherhood have been strong with me lately, a real appreciation of how distinct they are, how freaking beautiful... I'm using gray, which is not a color I hold dear...
but it is a blending of the black and white world I find myself in...
a space wherein one can search out flavor, while waiting for dissolve... cracked and knotted but still holding...
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