30 Sec's on....



You know, I'm really enjoying getting older.

Not the wrinkles part, obviously, but the Soul part.

You know why?

My hands create magick now. 

Because they have, and continue to, weave the tapestry of my life and loves.

My DNA peep, naturally, who just took up residency in my Soul and made it his home, but also the people who snuck into my life, then stayed. 

Ones I thought would never last the distance, yet did. 

And keep doing. 

So my hands are consistently creating, caressing, teasing and tempting, and literally making something, where once there was nothing.

I love that.

My hands also tell stories of love, nurturing, creating and being. 

They have weathered sunshine and storms, rainbows and lightning. 

Caressed tears, and held in strength.

They have touched Death, sometimes waited for him, but have also birthed life.

More than once.

And they tell stories, as I physically speak, my hands describe.

And in a language where words are over used, my hands have their own voice.

You can't make magick like that overnight.

It takes love and death, winds, storms, seasons, tears and sunshine.

Living a life.

Wishing you much awesomeness.

Kissy hugs

T and Spirit