Friday, 24 April 2015

This is heaven, rewilded by our love.
These trees, tended by our hands, the trunks now broad, strong roots deep in the land,
These plants who have wandered far to be welcomed by those who understand the mysteries within their walls,
This light that carries golden magic and dapples on my face,
This peace that falls in rainbow showers to my heart.
Life lived with fierce truth here shows in every part.

For all my priviledge nothing could ever have prepared me for having it all taken away. We never saw it coming, not really. Gold digger ladies seem like fair players when I look back. This was different and left us not even our wits, having had to fight so hard and for so long against an opposition so utterly amoral. The scars it has left are this lack of trust that even the slightest hint of self service in another will render them cut forever from my life. And distain for money itself for having been the agent to attract a person willing to tear apart the love in the hearts of children to get at it.

Tuesday, 21 April 2015

Alexander McQueen at the V and A.
No pictures allowed.
This mans beauty hangs in the air like a ghost.
As a ghost.
His soul fills every room.
What exquisite love and tenderness to curate a show so full of respect.
More than genius.
Celestial Couture.

Friday, 3 April 2015

One by one my fingers uncurl, holding you open in my palm I blow your wings and bid you fly....
Open my eyes...
Soft sigh.

Wednesday, 1 April 2015