Fab, Feisty and Sixty (ish)

I know the how I know the when I know I am diminished by the why and dismissal plunders deep the skin dries, peels, sheds over and over and over the new virgin flesh is supple and chaste moistened divest of mind clutter massage gently at the points of remember feelings left to float beside me lay comfortably accepting of their presence not needing to feel or do it just is... ( I found this in my drafts, revisited it is even more so a truth)

and I find I am still breathing, feeling, loving, holding my life in my hands one year on and I find I am void of anger, bitterness, holding still, a little disappointment one year on, I find much is the same, friends, family others, holding me back from shadow one year on and I find I like myself,  no longer lost, hidden,  settling for less, for the sake of  'us', holding on to the real me again one year on, and I find much is different, mostly within me, I hunger for life I thirst for courage I mostly breathe in wonder one year on and I find I am filled with curiosity, realising that what was, isn't all there is, isn't all there should be, holding out for a better way, a better me 14th February 2011

Cheers! Slainte! Prost! L'chaim!  Skal!  Na zdoroviel!  Sante! cin cin!  Up yours! time for extreme measures... everything is just fine here xxxx

For my friend 'Suburbia', for whom today I shed bucket loads, she rose like a warrior today, I'm so proud of you, she is fab, feisty and forty something and for my girlies, you know who you are, and for me Still I Rise You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? 'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells Pumping in my living room. Just like moons and like suns, With the certainty of tides, Just like hopes springing high, Still I'll rise. Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops. Weakened by my soulful cries. Does my haughtiness offend you? Don't you take it awful hard 'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines Diggin' in my own back yard. You may shoot me with your words, You may cut me with your eyes, You may ki...

Flicked on the rugby, it's Six Nations time again....and phoar!!!  Stopping by to check them there thighs, and it's such a good game, I haven't yet switched back to ITV2 to gauggle at Steven Tyler  so must be good ... and then they brought on  Chabal not a fan of muscley bodies then there is always the exception Just because I can and in case he hasn't reach your tv screen thought I would share him with you! My pleasure