So, tell me about you and I’ll tell you about me. Fair trade don’t you think? Of course with differing degrees of creativity we all make an entrance into this world and in passing out we are equally creative, remembrance of either is not in our gift but the bit in between, life, is all of ours to describe, shape, describe and so on.
A small person clambered onto life’s stage and muddled in the wings amongst the ‘bit’ parts. The lime light threw off warming rays and much of the drama was enjoyable, even special, especially the bits about love. How was love for you? For ‘her’ it was enfolding and freeing. The safest space between bed and bed were the arms of love we call mother. Of course it wouldn’t be fair to go on with our dialogue if you didn’t speak up and enter stage to share your very own drama, maybe there are cross-currents we can discover…