…I hold secrets. I hold them all silently but that has taken years… years in which they never uttered a sound. But they pressed..,
I lost myself among the bigness of a river, of centuries old trees and a Great Lake. I felt absorbed into a speck. And I breathed…
Happy Summer! And please enjoy the wonderful heat of day and the marvelous glow of night…strolling…
From the ‘before’ to the ‘now, my stumbling naked truth is rather intrigued by the new unknown.
“Oh, Stephanie. It could always be worse!” I can be – I know it is hard to imagine – the worst of worst patients, a whining, complaining ninny.
Technically, my bosom was clothed in a rather bedazzled brassiere. Even though I had no intention of any action nearing usch exhibitionism, in the moment I could not have cared less.
With the righteousness of a workday’s exhaustion, my mind ran through litanies of gratitude to the universe for anything and everything.
“You. You are light…I am, oddly now, dark..”