Loving, Lusting, Gardening and Drumming

Oh What A Tangled Web...

And Oh thank Goddess for all Five!!!

Where did the spiral start: With Lady Reno? July last, when Flower was visited by the boob-fish? Winter Solstice last, whence I crept up Atlanta way?

I miss my new friend; we'll call her RJ.

I met her near a fortnight ago, 'round the Solstice Bonfire drum circle. Three nights later I began to know her.

I'm home now; home with my Flower. Home knowing next year Wisteria days will find my hands full of five-months-old care, joy and worry.

Home, happy knowing in the eyes of some youth [thanks, Nipple-Biter Lady!!!] and certainly in my biker-mamma's arms I'm still sound, still easy to hold.

Did I mention how much I'm missing RJ, and how nice it is to have enough of Flower's love to be able to say as much out loud? How I actually would near rather miss RJ this moment, thus making future embrace fonder? That my love for Flower is stronger because I can cop honest?

How wonderful my ear on her womb is, my Flower's... did I mention that?!??

I love that I've moved past-- in person and relationships-- that 'love is finite' fallacy.

Slainte, folks.

Cygnus