Early morning

The day begins with yard fowl cock's crow. It gets lighter earlier at this time of year, lying in bed till 6a.m. feels like a terrible waste. Friday, how our lives are punctuated by our 'proper' jobs, the routines that they demand and the purpose that they give us.

I am a mother, a painter, a wife, a dancer, a grandmother, a designer, a daughter, a poet, a sister, an aunt, an actress, a lover, a singer, a friend, a gardener, a cousin, a teacher, a writer,a fighter, a student, a traveller, a maker of things.
This is me- who I really am- really!