Since I'm interested in talking about Light.. here is the Light of Truth.
and it's not just when I'm unwell.. I deeply suspect cunning biology. I'm sure its insidious presence is the Sole Reason WHY
- i love dinky little pens the size of my little finger
- i used to love brightly coloured..feathered..lit.. extravaganzas of pens.. okay, i may still...
- i think of colours as "happy" or not
- certain gestures in advertisements not only speak but sing to me..
actually none of that may be the product of biology.. but i'm sure biology Does play a part somewhere.
so now i leave this brilliant little comic strip here for you to love and connect with.. and maybe we'll ask ourselves
why outward gestures of independence often have to be so alienating..
would i still be independent if a sister, not a boyfriend, made me soup?
what Is real strength..
what does it mean, to me, to be a woman..
Toodles and tralala..
may we all feel the lightness of love :)
