(4). A Collision.
This Guernsey girl is naturally
Blonde, although some wispy
Greys have started to appear.
She is vertically challenged…a
Little on the short side.
She exercises gentleness but can
Also be waspish, if provoked.
She was born in an anxious state
Of parents embellished with anxiety.
She treads Mother Earth with awe
And reference…a true child of nature.
She does not come alive unless
Connected to the land…then, she lights up
Like a rainbow caresses the sky.
She has attained Angel status…claims
Our music Professor, Surinder Singh Mathura.
I find it challenging to live up to such exalted realms.
She is Jenny Smith…our souls have journeyed
Together down the ages. As Arch – Angel Gabriel
Told me, “You have met a Kindred Spirit whose wisdom
And beauty are iridescent”.
A continuum…
Writing about people through their clothes.
Stepping out of her clothes is a very private affair. All that I can be sure of is that all these organic cotton items of concealment originated from Greenfibres, of Transition Town Totnes. She gently discards these items and, barely creating a whisper of breath, replaces them with a pure cotton, pale pink nightdress. She slides her slight, yet curvaceous body into bed. Then she takes her repose upon organic cotton sheets, underpinned by anti – allergy, pure white cotton. Having already attained Angel status, she also sleeps angelically.
She tends to sleep late, normally arising gently, almost silently. Sitting serenely upon the side of the bed, she sips sacred spring water…to quench her thirst and to cleanse her graceful body. Methodically, she re – enters the organic clothes that she discarded the night before…all except those that do not smell as fresh as the dew upon the English rose.
Invariably, when it is cold, she will also wear her own hand – carded, hand spun, hand plied, hand knitted, organic woollen garments.