Friday, January 30, 2015

There are days when I love my own shoulders. They feel silky and rounded and strong.

There are even still moments when I catch my boobs in good form, and I'm sorry that there's no one there to witness them but me.

Yesterday the snow fell, briefly and I watched it with Bodhi. He was standing on his bunkbed ladder and when I turned to look out at the flakes eddying down he put his arm round my shoulders. After a moment I turned around and hugged him, his solid little big man boy body. He tolerated that for a second then told me to stop squeezing him. Poor child.

I would love to stand and watch the snow fall leaning against the solid, warm body of a man. To have him put his arm around me and feel part of someone else. To feel melded and held and warm and at peace with myself for a moment. I love the snow. I love the connection. 

1 comment:

Ms. Moon said...

I would wish that for you too, dear Jo.