Grief Evolving

The shiver chill of the air defines Winter upon us. The winter sun too low to penetrate the valley, days spent in shadow. Shallow light, anew, gripping the land with promise ahead assures the darkness is past. Streaking through the tree lines, paling the apparent infertility of skeletal branches, its sweet kiss begins to awaken the buds of renewal.

Rain.

Raindrops splatter light and irregular upon the glass as thought the chill in the air creates a reluctance to enter this atmosphere for so readily today it could turn to snow. Intermittent and undetermined, their arrival leaves one hungry for commitment, impatient for the uniformity of the solid fall of rain, the banking sweeps pushed by breeze of the gravity driven downpour. Release. Rain.

The Hunted Connection - Introduction

So many times I have gone to pen to write a piece about my incredible partner. Poetic, explanatory, argumentative, indulgent... regardless they remain unfinished and incomplete. So many semi drafts & scraps of paper escaping the pages of the present journal (in which all of my pieces tend to birth from) sadly can all be filed under "unfinished" as the journey's pace has too rapidly outrun the piece. Evolving alongside one other, continuing to grow together, these pieces rapidly fell to "outdated" even "obsolete".

Yet for however long this chapter is shared by my mighty man and I, I strongly feel it is a journey to be shared with all...for it is utterly extraordinary.

Making peace with my own expectations of self I have come to accept that in small piece, brief paragraph, even unfinished verse, I will share this with you :)

This series will be known as

"The Hunted Connection"

Each piece merely numbered prior to title so if the romantic in the audience needs to follow the order of the journey, they may :)

To quote Rumi, in the very same verse that graciously introduced my mighty man and I to one another :

"Those beautiful words we said to one another

are hidden in the secret heart of heaven.

One day, like the rain, they will pour

our love story all over the world"

Indeed, this verse is how we met.

Come with us...

Melissa Hocking 2010

Why Do We Wax?

Today in standard process and almost involuntarily, I habitually entered into the encyclopedic and systemic catalogue of hair treatment/removal: trimming, plucking, waxing, shaving, preening, volumising... Such behaviours are considered an "indulgence". And yet to inflict pain upon oneself is considered "ill". Regardless of the contradictory aspects, 'tis a stinging entry to add to the list of "things my mother never told me about being a woman"...sigh...

MH