windthread

after a bath that made her cry.

just LOOK!,  how she has Grown.  and still knows me,  will jump to my hand so i can open the water,  move back and wait till i return to close it,  moving easy…back and forth…she knows.

at Kaizen Journey….AnnaLisa,  Jude's side bar of community….she put a link today to a pod cast exploring the word….Cunt.   Go there,  if you can or are interested.  I opens the whole thing of cunt~ness for including.  Explore the etimology and nuance of cunt~ness.  To me,  it is cunt~ness that defends,  that gives birth,  that washes the dead.

and all day,  i thought about this.  how cunt to me does not extend to anything Shared, really,  that would i guess be the vagina,  the public part of me.  Cunt instead refers as i sense it to be my innermost female self.  The self that bled and does not anylonger bleed,  but still,  has the memory of bleeding and so the Power of bleeding that brought Emrie here.  So i don't so much think it might be anything ever of words,  me to her,  but rather something more primitive…like scent,  like Looking together.  Goats,  doe Goats know the thing of Cunt~ness.  Maybe that's how the exchange will transpire?  and  Like praying mantis.

Day Dream.  The Crows will come for her