reflect, deflect & don’t show the scars.
I’m not living in a magazine – this is a life with no handbook, notes, or manuals, just observations.
Beauty in a fairy wing; a look from that guy with the great chest wrapped in stretch white cotton; the weeping willow above the dam; the various greens & yellows & purples of the tree tops on the ridge. This is life @ Sunnycrest.
Heartache in trying to stretch the distance between mother & child, trying trying to be adult and adult, whilst not damaging the relationship, but change fix it and all the problems within it. This too, is life @ Sunnycrest.
“All I want is the freedom to be me.” He (the guy in white stretch cotton) encourages this, ‘whatever’ I ‘am’ (or want to be); Mum wants me to be the version of me that she thinks I am – No room for growth, change or metamorphosis.
There are many words that heal and hurt simultaneously.
live baby live.
you live, you learn; you love, you learn.