.Finding home so close to where I was born so far from the homes I’ve made. Feel myself dropping down into this space, making familiar out of constant new. Pulling in the open air and the yellow mountains and box houses with red tiled triangle tops. Finding familiar in the millions of palm trees standing like sticks pushed into sand, constant as weeds. Accepting the objects, ideas I see and giving respect to those things I would like to change. Seeing faces again and again- studying their planes and moving from behind mine with passion I can hear pooling in my pulse. Letting go of solitude, finding peace, making love, waking up deciding to do it again. Forgiving myself for taking my time and crying my way through mind webs made by negativity and solitude. Forgiving myself for the bad I do- for my misconduct and giving myself the opportunity to live again and try again, love again, do better. Believing that today is in fact better than yesterday and that tomorrow will be better still- if not better, deeper.
Andrea Morgan Davies
Human rights advocate with a knack for inter-contextually, a storyteller, a ceramists, a pan-arts lover, a feminist and a human-ist too.
- Haiku* August 15, 2017
- Writing Routine In Rainbowland August 11, 2015
- Five Reasons Kat Fitzpatrick Cares about Vietnam (And Three Reasons Why You Should, Too) April 1, 2015
- Books and Cigarettes by Andrea Davies October 30, 2014
- Why Diction Matters: A Close Look at Joan Didion October 1, 2014