Outside, looking in.

The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse from his bedroom window. She was to be kept from the disease, pestilence and perils from the above world. Her innocence put any man to shame. Her Political stance was one that was to lead her into many a hot water but she wasn’t born to breathe “people”, she breathed air, fire and brimstone. If you didn’t like her that was completely understandable as she brought the demons out of even the most revered souls.

Her religious beliefs ruffled the poets, the philosopher’s, the highly educated as she didn’t read from the Bible of man, she spoke and repeated the words spoke of old. Just mind you don’t step over that toad!

You loved her or loathed her but one thing was for sure, she was your one true counterpart and not counterfeit, easy to fold.

Well that’s Christmas and Boxing Day out of the way we are in between of; what on earth do we say! Well when I look out of his window I see a black crow snipping her wing. Good sight of new beginnings, which would bring me nicely to the part when the music and wines are going so loud no one expects we have gone missing from our beds, only to see the glitz, glammed and shimmering rings and earrings. Aye Aye Captain, here comes Peter Pan. I’m an imaginary Mary who goes out flying with him on our magic dust compliment of Tinker Bell and her absolute delight. That we were all having our own ball in the hidden chambers of the castle that Mary was locked away in because of her ideas for a better future for those above. Unfortunately full of doom and gloom, as they had not had any sprinkling of pixie 🧚 dust.

A sprinkling winter sunshine, faces all aglow, making resolutions, and Angels in the Snow. Steaming cups of mulled wine, a year that’s fresh and new. All of this magic unfolding just for you. I don’t crave an intimacy that involves the touch of your hand but instead one that causes a flame to burn in my soul as we dance and weave in and out of the Youle Tide pole. She’s more best described in my eyes as a pinch of soul, with a whole lot of sass, a sprinkling of naughty and just enough class. The strength of one of my warriors and a go-to-hell glare, a past that is not perfect because life isn’t fair. A sailor’s mouth with a heart full of love, she likes to think of herself as a badass for sure but she’s as daft as a hatter, in Alice in Wonderlands tea party that’s for sure. Everything that happens through that window she sees out of his room is divine timing , as everything is linking to the unseen umbilical chord to to the Lord . Once you start to believe in that higher power you realise that control is an illusion, it simply means you accept life as it is an adventure, a wondrous gift. Not all life is good and you accept the bad but, in the future those bad times made you who you are now, Santa’ main sleigh rider with Dasher and Prancer. Let’s have one more go around on this fast waltzer. The fairgrounds alight with candy and sprite. I’m so happy Peter Pan called for me to play out this night. Quickly, let’s all gather round back through the window for Auld-Lang-Syne ; raise your glasses to old times gone bye.

Welcome 2023 .