The Winds of Change are here
You can hear them
You can feel them
If you surrender
Breathe deep and welcome
Breath of life
She opens and closes
She ebbs and flows
Waxes and changes
Becomes fluid
Feel and sense
Be present on the earth
Keep on
Bringing every particle
Back
Back
Windswept
Bruised and battered
Sore and stiff
Afraid and shaken
Broken and whole
Bring them back
Bring them back
Bring them back lovingly and earthed home
To me
Mignon Mukti
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Mignon Lee-Warden
Mignon Lee-Warden is a musician, actor, activist, songwriter and festival coordinator. Born in South Africa in an activist family during the Apartheid era Mignon now lives in Australia. Mignon finds writing, singing and ocean healing .
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The Kindness of Pages
Dusk was approaching the old farmhouse as the high pitched drone of crickets and cicadas wings intensified. The wind was starting to whip up dust and sand as Edna paused mid task, she was packing down the umbrellas and covers on the porch before they got swept up by the wind and whisked off dancing around the dry property. A strong gust of wind made her bed and breakfast sign clang against the front door, startling her out of her well deserved pause gazing into the distance.
By Mignon Lee-Warden5 years ago in Humans
Killing him slowly
There’s an intruder in my house again. He stumbles through the door, wet carrier bags in hand. He’s bought me offerings. I show my appreciation, letting him caress my beautiful body. He wants to touch me. I rub myself against his legs. He sighs, dropping the bags. He can’t resist touching me. Running his hand slowly down my spine, I arch my back towards his caress, let out a low purr. It’s what we both need.
By N J Delmasa day ago in Horror
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