Girl, you gotta Grab and Go. (Have it ALL)

Yoga always, without exception, makes everything seem scoops better. Not one scoop, not two, maybe three...let's raise it to four. Four scoops more of a rosier cheek, a calm flush and a figure of 8 smile.

It's turning round and round and it's lovely.

We've been given a more sun than not day here in Oxford town. The clouds make guest appearances, but the sun, with her golden elbows, gleaming curls, and front row straight teeth, twirls for her admirers.

A girl stands against a wall, sinks into it, catching a precious dance of light for the freckles on her nose.
This girl is me...though I suppose, I am not so much girl anymore. An ex boyfriend once scolded me for calling myself a girl. You are woman!   (This was six years ago...I surely have less of a chance of being 'girl' now.)


I am woman, yes. No escaping it. Yet I still often feel like a girl.

Girl. What a lovely word?

The hips of a fully fledged (ledged) woman (had them since I was six...should have been a milkmaid)...and the sometime heart of a truegirl. (Jam on toast for tea, crushes that squeeze my dreams too tight at times, seeking signs in cloud formations...rainbow elevations...hang on, perhaps this is just exactly who I am).

I left my diary at work the other day. Realised too late. PANIC moment when I realised.

All the soot and sap! All the sweat and sweetness!

Upon my return I found it had been found-and moved.
Perhaps the  mover did little more than move it. Perhaps not.
I suppose I have little to hide. I mean, look at me now,  a freewheelin' ramble...sending it out into the ether, for whoever's eyes...
yet of course there are things I cannot write about here, however much I wish I could.
Which is why I am writing songs. One day my fingers will be calloused and deft enough to pluck out a tune dedicated to all the things I feel I cannot say here. A soul salad o' sorts. Roughly diced, chopped, revealing chunks of things I am longing to spill...probably some kind of shit low fat dressing. You cant have it all.

(Maybe you can!)

I'll leave you with that MIND BENDING cliffhanger.
:)

(These *emoticons* are creeping in...please, someone, stop me. Truly.)