It’s time to cut the lawn again Pull out all the weeds Time for regeneration And sowing hardy seeds Time to reevaluate everything To see which way succeeds Time to return to our nature On which this family feeds
Distress and diapers, simple needs Toilet trained, beginning self feeds Walking, falling, knowing when to run Crying, laughing, every idea is fun Language acquired, enemies still friends Playground traumas but the drama always ends Personalities shine, divide into cults Future decisions based on grade results Jogging memories, now rattling around Thankful to have made it off the ground We’ve come a long way, we’ve come along We’ve come a long way
I love to watch the mountains in any season but in the breaks of rain, it’s fantastic to watch the clouds drop down into the valleys to give more depth and definition to the peaks on the horizon. It’s lovely to watch the rain out of the window.
The mountains advance from their cover Mad swirling whispers rise and grey Filled to dripping with lumps of water The jungle climbing up trees to sway The streams are full, crabs are caught In plastic buckets and crowded net Paddies complete for more life to rise First came the sun and now the wet
Burnt pizza and Piat D’or – our celebratory meal for this – the first day of a new month. So much to look forward to – I look forward to every moment.
Me and Broni dance like serpents across the living room floor – slipping our tongues over each other’s golden skin, so smooth and soft. A mad dash to the bedroom and my baby straddles me and writhes along with me to our own sweet music.
We dance properly to crazy love tunes after and revel in the glory of our own happiness and pleasure. I fix the room up some more and sing songs of the Suns. Tonight I feel free. Free from the outside world, free from exploitation and outside influence. I’m inside my head and my head tells me I’m happy. Not as I was a couple of years ago. I needed drugs to get inside my head but lost the essence of what was outside. I was trapped.
I still have pleasurable memories of particular moments and I’m thankful for the experiences. We all have different learning processes. I’m glad my mind is still open for learning. Onward is our quest for knowledge.