Stars form my bones, structuring my life myth. It’s up to me to decide how I use these bones of my being. For too long, in reaching for the stars, I’ve neglected the physical. This stops now. I will strengthen my body and bones, attend to all my tasks and needs, so I can now step out solidly through my bones, and staying grounded, aligned with my purpose and bliss, reach for the stars, bringing heaven to earth. to shine my starry bones in reality’s mirror.

I wanted a soft cloth mother who I could snuggle into. But all I got was a wire mother. Hard and cold with sharp edges, she couldn’t hold or caress me with the full cream love I needed. It wasn’t her fault she hadn’t been taught, for touch, even hugging, was deemed unnecessary, in her appearance-driven moneyed family. And my body never feeling love in its skin, how could I love my body and fully come into it? Yet come in I must, for it so deserves my embodied love, and I truly want to be fully on this planet

In snows of white, fields of green, skies of blue, I will worship thee. In suns of yellow, pools of purple, deserts of orange, I’ll worship you. In clouds of grey, blood sap of red, caves of black aubergine, I will believe in you. I’ll let your seas of aquamarine, breezes of rose-pink love, sunsets of hot crimson fire, sands of soft tangerine, heal me. Mother Earth, whatever your hue, I honour and adore you. As your daughter, I’ll love myself too, in all colours, phases and moods.