Waking up was a slow climb from the darkness of deep sleep into wakefulness and the light of day. Sounds of the early morning wrestled their way into consciousness as they chased the remains of nocturnal dreams. The chorus of tweeting birds punctuated by a passing car or the occasional clatter from a nearby busy yard came more and more into focus while fragments of her last dream still hung at the edges of consciousness like spiderwebs. Not quite gone but also no longer in charge.
Fragments of the dream flickered up, being lost and not finding the way home. Despair, while helpful, kind people gave directions that lead deeper into obscure landscapes looking like a Dalian painting. Time dripping slowly creating a suffocating heaviness on her chest.
by Donovan Leitch
In the chilly hours and minutes
I want to be
In the warm hold of your lovin’ mind.
To feel you all around me
And to take your hand
Along the sand,
Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind.
(By William Shakespeare, Sonnet 18)
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm’d;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimm’d;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st;
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
So, this will be the first of many pieces about sex. It is utterly boggling what kind of stereotypes are being ‘cultivated’ about ‘mature’ people and sex. Nobody seems to have trouble to envisage grandma baking in the kitchen, looking after the little grandchildren, reading stories, attending to the little vege-garden in the backyard. But think about her in the throes of passion, legs entangled with ‘her man’, sighing and moaning, that’s an image that does not sit easy with a lot of people. (By all means, correct me if I am wrong) So here a 4 minute video clip a friend sent me earlier today. GO GRANNY!