Sunday October 15, 2017
Galaxy inside me oozing star dust and making plans
Staining my finger tips Milky Way
So when I stamp myself on the backs of all the envelopes I leave a trail of meteor magic behind.
My body amazes me every time I think about it. She is busy holding another human in her space womb. Making space for something good to come, preparing the introductions.
Hello world, this is tiny human and she is going to be a force of fresh air and binaural melodies. She’s going to change the planet and I’m going to be her keeper until she’s big enough to see. In this space womb I am weaving a promise through the umbilical cord and into her tiny soul. I play the music, everybody’s favourite song, and she dances inside me till she sleeps.