hope for the best that’s what everyone said but how to hope in hope when one is confused and sans hope when all i see is the caterpillar me and what i want it s butterfly to be i want to believe, lord please help…
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Hour 23 how to use your healing power
Acknowledgement: ‘How to use your Healing Power’ by Dr Joseph Murphy speaking of wounds did you know that you can heal yourself that you can heal of wounds past and present that you can heal from emotional and physical hurts through a simple process as…
Hour 22: who’s the monster
i watch you, hawk-eyed though it is you who’re preying on my misery i watch you when i turn this way or that somehow you’re always in my field of vision throwing your head back and laughing at some silly joke SHE’s told you and…
Hour Twenty: in the lap of nature
to immerse oneself in nature is to embrace all insects and accept that making your bed amongst them is the surest way to invite them into your bed
Hour 19: directions to reach my home by the village bus
to reach my island home once you’ve alighted from the ferry: lift your nose inhale deeply the crisp and tangy air tilt your head inhale again does that stir memories? walk to the minibus parked beside the squat red cement shed that serves as a…
Hour 18: open
pistils curled upward the flower awaits the bee’s busy elsewhere
Hour 17: batter-fry
Batter-fry Take one woman, docile Add liberal doses of harsh treatment, preferably, in the first few months/years of marriage. Harsh, how harsh? Hmm, comments like, late from work again, flirting with your colleague, didn’t your mother teach you anything, housework first, children first, husband first,…
Hour 15: veins
delicate veins that throb no more still calm in their fragility perfect poise even in death and dying
Hour fourteen: imagine a garden…
the exhausted mother shut her eyes her back was hurting she didn’t have it in her to tell her children the regular bedtime story just imagine, she said to them, a beautiful garden in front of your eyes with flowers in bright colours and anima-…
Hour thirteen
heart attack, the words whispered from ear to ear sounded horrible, cruel condescending all i wanted was to rush into the room where my father lay hooked up and hold him close, tell him he was safe they were allowing no one in not even…