I pay my respects to Elders, past, present and emerging
The smell of kerosene fills my nostrils as my beautiful man and I headed out for a rare night on the town in homage to all hallows eve. Not precisely a local tradition but one of growing ‘pop’ cultural significance none the less. This evolving observance becoming more predictable in light of the current lurid social obsession with the dance macabre. It was not exceptional that we were out so much, more that we were out together.
You may not believe this but my twenty-something hairdresser is one of the most influential and inspiring women I’ve met in recent times. In fact, there’s a pair of them! Sisters. Hairdressers. Both in their twenties. Both gorgeous-beyond-belief beach babes with the whole wide world at their gloriously tanned feet.
You know a song is truly great when you can remember the exact space in time you first heard it. When you hear it again or simply recall it in your mind and automatically conjure every bodily sensation you experienced in the dim, dark past. The Cruel Sea’s, Better Get A Lawyer is that song for me.
Eyes wide. Shut your mouth. Don't speak unless it's to entertain. Pretty pout, painted, posed. Small target. Shrinking inside myself. Not like the bud of a flower. Like a vacuum, a void.
I could be hung, drawn and quartered for even whispering this. I may definitely be thrown off the Earth Mother Island, but here goes….I do not think all kids are likeable just because they are kids. There, I said it. I feel the relief flooding my ovaries as I write this. I am not one of those women who sees a baby and feels my womb ache. More often I feel it drop to my knees in wild retreat. I’ve even had people send me photos of their new born loves and as I’ve opened the image, expecting to see a guffaw inducing meme, I’ve instead emitted an involuntary ‘gawd’! as my unfetter response flows out into the world. It’s just the shock. Those wrinkly little faces looking at me expectantly. I’m learning to mask my automatic responses. People don’t seem to enjoy my candour on this particular subject. We love your honesty they say! Oh really? This seems to cross the parental line.