I Touch Scars

I Touch Scars

I touch scars.

Some are physical.

Some emotional.

All are both.

And more.

Some are on the bodies of others.

Some are my own.

I do this personally and professionally.

Hands on skin and hearts.

Feeling and finding the way.

What happens when we allow our grief?

I don’t want to make my bed today. I don’t want to flatten the sheets out. And tuck in the blankets just right. I don’t want to arrange the pillows at the head board. Or plump the cushions and neatly arrange the throw. I don’t want to clean the bedside of its snotty...

Come Voyeur With Me…

I have been a complete voyeur lately. Indulging my deep desire to watch. To take in, from a short distance. To savour another human form. Piece, by luscious piece. I cast my eyes. Devouring a whole. It’s not news to me that I enjoy such delights. Truth is, I always...