The longing of a woman

I am grappling with something these days. It is about longing, my longing. What is it I am longing for? It is difficult to find the words to describe it. It is buried and inscribed deep down into the caverns of my soul, where shadows and light meet and dance the story of love and passion. Not the kind that is flaring up and then subsides leaving you empty but a fire in the belly that ever burns and guards fiercely that which is important and key to the growth of the soul. 


I want to express that and I want someone to meet me in that expression. And sometimes I feel that other does not exist. Maybe that's not it though. Maybe I am scared to unleash that bellyful of fire and therefore I feel there is no one there to meet it? 

It takes courage. 

Yes.

What if I express, live, be that which is 

cavernous

fleshy

juicy

strong

healthy

all-encompassing

bountiful

fertile

wise

deep

truthful

magic

old

round?

Open Rooms 

Internal Spaces 

Body Harbouring Blood

Blood Harbouring Body 

Spaces 

Internal Rooms 

Open

Body Space 

Image Body 

Space Image 

Body Space Image 

Body Space Form 

Body Space 

Sacred Body 

Space Form

Heart 

Body Bones 

Structure 

Fluids Body Space 

Fluid Form Space 

Sacred Body 

Cathedral of Structure 

and Chaos 

Body 

Image Space 

Sacred 

Valid 

Body Sacred 

Space Body 

Sacred Space 

Body Sacred Space 

Cathedral of Fluids 

Mixing 

Faith Space

Sacred Spaces 

Sacred Room 

God forms a heart 

and the Star twinkles 

joyfully 

playfully 

safely 

Sacred Spaces 

Room for thought 

Food filling internal catacombs 

Internal space 

Landscape 

Sacred Spaces 

Playing in the halls of monsters 

Glittering stardust 

Powder of dust 

Lifting

Sacred