Messages From My Seldom Heard Left Brain.
A man should never let a woman see him in his socks. Unless she is already in love with him. And then it's ok. Marginally.
There is a moment, often several, in every day where I am completely enamoured of you. Nothing else matters. No one else exists. This is ok. We're married.
When someone you love dies it never stops hurting. Anyone who tells you different is lying. Or delusional. Or an asshole.
It's ok not to do anything all day once in a while. Stop beating yourself up for doing nothing. even Jesus loved a glass of wine with his bros.
Every time you say something cruel to someone who loves you, a blood cell in their left ventricle is starved of oxygen and their love for you dies slowly. A blood cell a word. Your relationships with family, friends, lovers should be a safe place. A home where you can be you and they can be them. Cells should never be dying between your love conjoined ventricles. Be careful what you say.
Last night I spent time with my Mums baby sister. My Mum, but not really. Her babygirl and me watched her happy dance and laughed at her left arm, my Mums left arm bobbing in time to the beat. The same smile, dance moves, the same huge loving heart. Pain and pleasure. Tears and laughter. Who knows where the line is. The women in my family are all the same. But not really. That same face. But not really.
One day. If I'm ever a granma, I'm gonna drive my grandkids somewhere that John Denver could have written about in a song. We'll all wear wellies and kick up leaves. Jump in muddy puddles and sing loudly out of tune. No adults will be allowed to come with us. My grand kids will call me Jelly and think I'm the only person in the world who used to be JLo and Catwoman and lived in the Jungle with Tarzan and Cheetah. It will be our secret and we won't share it with the rest of the family. They couldn't handle my truths.
The best time to paint your toenails bright red is when you're home alone with nowhere to go and there's a bottle of Sauvignon in the fridge. Patiently waiting to kiss you hello.
A man should never let a woman see him in his socks. Unless she is already in love with him. And then it's ok. Marginally.
There is a moment, often several, in every day where I am completely enamoured of you. Nothing else matters. No one else exists. This is ok. We're married.
When someone you love dies it never stops hurting. Anyone who tells you different is lying. Or delusional. Or an asshole.
It's ok not to do anything all day once in a while. Stop beating yourself up for doing nothing. even Jesus loved a glass of wine with his bros.
Every time you say something cruel to someone who loves you, a blood cell in their left ventricle is starved of oxygen and their love for you dies slowly. A blood cell a word. Your relationships with family, friends, lovers should be a safe place. A home where you can be you and they can be them. Cells should never be dying between your love conjoined ventricles. Be careful what you say.
Last night I spent time with my Mums baby sister. My Mum, but not really. Her babygirl and me watched her happy dance and laughed at her left arm, my Mums left arm bobbing in time to the beat. The same smile, dance moves, the same huge loving heart. Pain and pleasure. Tears and laughter. Who knows where the line is. The women in my family are all the same. But not really. That same face. But not really.
One day. If I'm ever a granma, I'm gonna drive my grandkids somewhere that John Denver could have written about in a song. We'll all wear wellies and kick up leaves. Jump in muddy puddles and sing loudly out of tune. No adults will be allowed to come with us. My grand kids will call me Jelly and think I'm the only person in the world who used to be JLo and Catwoman and lived in the Jungle with Tarzan and Cheetah. It will be our secret and we won't share it with the rest of the family. They couldn't handle my truths.
The best time to paint your toenails bright red is when you're home alone with nowhere to go and there's a bottle of Sauvignon in the fridge. Patiently waiting to kiss you hello.
