My earliest memory is of being in the ocean. I was born and raised in Bermuda; living a childhood made of pastel joys. I've learned to make a delicious vegetarian lasagne, train as a registered nurse and keep the juiciest of secrets.
The earliest childhood memory I have is of being with my father in the water. He had taken my brother and me swimming just off the rocks not far from where we lived in Pembroke Park. In later years, I brought up this vivid recollection in conversation, and he was visibly stunned.
All mothers are gifted with concealed claws and fangs upon entry into the profession. Accessories for an instinct hardwired into the job description so that with the force akin to a Mama Bear or Tiger, we can decisively rip any perceived threat to shreds that gets too close to the cubs.
Comfort, much like proverbial happiness, is an inside job. So, I looked at the pristine white emulsion walls and cringed. Comfortable and cozy for me was colorful softness, encircling scented candles, and hand-rolled incense. It needed fruit bowls, stereo surround sound, and Tibetan chimes. A miniature fountain with notepads and my favorite books nearby that seemed warm and inviting.
Faraway places, faraway view Connection unlikely, faraway you Distance to cover, a union to bind Amidst breathless and soul-less, going out of my mind
One day I just sat myself on down and closed my weary eyes camouflaged in relaxation with peace and serenity my disguise
The cats all got together___decided they’d had enough Dog rule had been both brutal and bossy, their treatment had been ruff
My passion is a path that you admire from afar Lost you on the third trail turn past the honeysuckle flowers that I so wanted you to taste as it’s blushing elixir would offer you an entrance into
The ‘higher ups’ at your job who refuse to consult the front-line staff; enacting policies that don’t work, yet expect cooperation to implement.