With messy hair,
Who writes fairytales,
In dark woods.
I found a field,
With ready to assemble daisy chains.
I spend a lot of time,
Thinking ‘I don’t have time for this!’
And I wonder what I’m saving up these minutes for.
To those amazing women out there who love, care and protect their loved ones in whatever shape that comes in. Happy Mothering Sunday. x
Sometimes it’s good to fall down the rabbit hole and write about what you find down in the dark. Today I was listening to someone retelling me a traumatic event from five years ago. The pain was as clear and vivid today as it was then. I walked beside them through the day, feeling and seeing everything they did as if it was yesterday, or if it was just in the next room. Pain like that doesn’t diminish in time. Just as grief can’t be eroded. If you’re lucky you learn to grow round it. Nature adapts and evolves.
And sometimes in the dark, you find something life affirming.
(2 week old puppies)
How you react to something,
Says more about where your head is,
Then the situation you’re in.