Today started with ‘smother’,
and through yoga became ‘mother’, and
now I don’t know what I am.
Other?
Yoga.
My intention of staying open-hearted,
being a love being,
embodying mother earth.
I breathe in the whole fucking world,
and breathe out my love to cloak all the hurting, broken pieces.
It’s not quite the Japanese art of filling cracks in porcelain with gold,
but it’s the same idea.
The rose gold aura I project out covers and
shields and
holds and
I love.
Love.
Love.
The thing about rose-coloured glasses is that they blind you of red flags.