Life is still tender

Life is still tender and bitter-sweet.

I blog in a vulnerable moment... it is in keeping with my history, my habit of hanging my dirty washing in the sun for all to see. But after all, it dries much faster in the sun, than in the dark. And I stand by my way of being. For all the misunderstanding, trouble and magic it has brought to my life...

Mum is going for a test tomorrow, and I with her, and I wish I had remembered to get more sleep... but the night just seemed to vanish... and I am still awake.

An intense week.

A friend was beaten up, and I soothed his forehead. A friend returned to give and share his love, and we danced to the beat of a life fantastic. And I bid him goodbye and was happy to. This time.

I showed my lover what I had learned, and he surprised me once again with his every move: tender, adventurous, caring and good.

My girls are haing a sleep-over, as mum rests-up in Panic's room for her confounting day tomorrow.

But it is not tomorrow - it is in less than two hours that I must be up and ready.

Let the news be good. Or the lesser of the evils.

Let me write this week with clarity and peace, taking one more step along the road to my chosen destination.

My room is better, but there is still so much to do.