Bed Head

Turning like the sun,
I lie awake in bed.
Shining like the moon,
Thoughts dance through my head.
Hallowed be thy face,
Like stars lighting up the night.
Hazy dawning sunrise forming,
You weren't there to say goodnight.

Slacking on Reflections

I've had it pointed out to me that I've been slacking a little on the blog front. What can I say, maybe a few too many distractions; personal, a lot of social and of course business. I'm definitely not sitting at my easel as much as I'd like, though I have started a life drawing class at which I am very, very bad!

I've reached a huge junction in my life and its a little confusing as to which turn to take next. Maybe there is no right or wrong and maybe it is as simple as following the heart.....("yes I'd love to come and work on the reserve/in the sanctuary with you!") if you can shush all other unnecessary voices!

Either way, I apologise for my slackness. Full tension will be resumed and hopefully I'll be posting something of some decent substance soon.

Men in Tutu's

Something a little silly after a visit to the theatre to see the amazing Ballet Trockadero. These guys dance with such skill, performing pointe work generally only deemed appropriate for female ballerina's. Yet defying this brings a whole new dimension to traditional repetoire, they execute each performance with poise and humour....chest hair and all!

Men in tutu's and size ten feet,
Prance across the stage hefty but neat.
En pointe and allegro, there's nothing they can't do.
Foite, soubresaut, jette,
Ballet Trockadero in awe of you.