in autumn
in the burgeoning light
of a new day
the songbird
eats honeysuckle fruit
getting stronger
reclaiming
gifts she once left behind
to share freely
in the rain
she is cleansed and renewed
returning home
![angel of the quake [or the patriarchy is crumbling]](https://kymberleedellaluce.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/01/14481-768x466.jpg)
angel of the quake she clings to his leg holding up the fractured pillars (white marble with purple veins) she clings to him looking up with such devotion (the master feeds her) she clings to his leg holding on to a crumbling world she is in the rubble now her hands bleeding seeking his eyes…
Gigi and I went to a park after a doctor’s appointment yesterday and found this beautiful shattered glass. We couldn’t help but explore with it. This picture is my favorite. The title of the post says what I wanted to say and this photo illustrates it wonderfully.
There’s so much I want to say. Â So much I could say about friendship, and belonging, and how care (or the absence of it) feels deep in the center of my being. Â About feeling dehumanized so often. Â Objectified. Â Plunked into the fantasies and projections of men who said they loved me but didn’t show me…
Vulva Undulating Love Naked Ecstasy Relinquish Allowing Beautiful Lingering Elegance
even in the winter we need to water our flower let us keep those sacred petals soft, supple and fragrant let us give our beautiful yonis our tender, loving care
I walked quietly through the gate and happened upon a mourning dove Alas, I scared her away She, wild creature waited warily but patiently until it was safe to return I, keeping my distance, wanting her to know I meant no harm and return she did!