Love Linked

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straight, solid, intentional
an insertion
caressed and wrapped in softness
a tug, slip, release
and a new stitch is born
a link connecting all those engaging in this craft
in the present
merged with a sensation of stretching
deep into the past
the artist allows her external world to soften
as she nestles within her own thoughts
holding family, friends, strangers in need of compassion
within her heart
recipients of the soothing motions of her hands
and so her gifts extend outwards
to warm the bodies and souls of others
love multiplying and advancing
casting a tender and colour-rich future

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Unexpected Winter Longings

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I cannot believe that I am admitting this to you
me who saturates herself in colours like I would wither without them
me who weeps when the birds flee to more hospitable climates
my heart breaking for the loss of their songs
but I long for winter
I long for winter like one who is pressed and overstimulated and weary longs
to indulge in rest without obligations or guilt
I long for it like sunburned skin longs for a fan blowing
across a bowl of frozen water

oh to open a frosted window
and draw frigid air deep into my lungs
to calm the hot flashes from within

to nestle underneath the worn comforter that I have made
rows upon rows of single crochet
like layers upon layers of blanketed snow
sleepy
while I sink into literary fiction

to sit at the table with my husband
right against the patio doors
immersed in the adventures of mythical board games
protected and cozy
while a storm rages on the other side of the glass
the sharp tinkling sound
of ice pellets hurtling against windows

and to wander through our home during the night
our rooms lit almost like daytime
moonlight and streetlights reflected on snow reflected on clouds
peering outside to watch bunnies
taking refuge in our skeletal raspberry canes
a landscape of winter magic made visible

this is what I long for
to be cooled
to slow things down
to dream alongside my husband and nature
and to admire the designs
of a stark and silvery wonderland

Colours of Transition

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When I felt the first shift of perimenopause
my favourite colours became Silver and Deep Purple
Silver called to me like the moon
mystical and feminine with the elusive majesty
of light sparkling on snow-covered ground
While Deep Purple spoke to me of my rich sexual life
my intensified drive for life-giving expressions

In the energetic midst of perimenopause
my favourite colour burst forth as Orange
like the flames of hot flashes and emotions
that burned over me and through me
all with a thrust towards happiness

With the full emergence into menopause
my thoughts are consumed with images of Pink rose petals
Soft
Resting in my innate loveliness
My attention effortlessly drawn to beauty
As I yield to the elixir of romance

The Rose Petals of Menopause

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soft pink rose petals
strength, already proven, gives way to curves
stepping into a new landscape of femininity
similar to the intuitive fancies of girlhood
perceiving romance to be woven into every detail
in harmony with the tenderness of the heart

Colours of Celestial States

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In her fertile years
a woman is like the moon
mystical and revered
ever changing
sometimes blood-red
never quite sure who of she is
from one day to the next
powerful enough to exert tidal forces
yet locked within the gravitational pull of her obligations

During her perimenopause years
a woman is like the sun
full of golden fire
burning up what has become irrelevant
and with access to enough energy to take her stand
solar flares may disrupt communications
but her passion ignites the blossoming of creativity
everywhere she casts her glow

And in her menopause years
a woman is like a silvery star
dazzling as she dances in the night sky
a point of reference
to those seeking direction
she delights in knowing exactly who she is
sparkling in her seasoned femininity
witness of accumulated wonders
until she eventually transcends
to heavens beyond her wildest imaginings

Energetic Collision

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The past superimposes on the present
bringing with it all the fire and passion that my wild veins can handle
burning up lies that have been told and boundaries that have been imposed
fuelling the firestorm of rebirth

The Fires of Rebirth

img_0678A fiery, second adolescence
Marked by a furnace of heat propelling you forward
With the past set ablaze in the present
Gifting you with enough volcanic momentum
To confront the wrongs and make your choice
You can immerse yourself in this purification process
Trusting the natural energy to be an expression of the Divine
Or you can close your eyes and swallow your own decay
Rebirth is always a primal push for life
Strive to latch onto the nourishment of joy

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