Lovenotes

Written from an old journal a few days before my daughters passing. My own words have helped guide me into a place of refuge and deep, deep love, even when I wasn’t sure what I was I writing at the time, I know now they are love notes to my future self.

A long ribbon excels from my fingers, toes and the top of my golden hair. The ribbon never stays straight, twirling and forming just like the sea. Dancing to the suns movement, and changing shape and color. My ribbons are just like origami, changing their shape to whatever way they please. My ribbons cradle the mountains, trees, and lakes. Birds make their nests in my ribbons, a place of comfort and color. They rails the earth, through all her secret caves, dancing and singing along the way. The more I stretch my arms, the more my ribbons grow. She is fucsia, and sunkissed yellow, she even has bells dangling from her – singing the song of grace. When I dance with anyone, our ribbons hold tightly, sharing colors and stories of joy. They never take or give, they just share. Knowing their business is of their own. Owning and taking responsbility for the way they want to dance, and thank god. Each ribbon grows and parades into the face of joy. Singing their own song and riding their own wave. Brushing over the flower tops, getting stained with pollen. My ribbon is of my own and I love her so. I braid her long strands of ribbon how I would hair and tell her how she can go and do all that she wishes. She breathes calmly like the wind, moving how branches do when the wind kisses them. My ribbons are free.

photocredit : Sophie Dare