On Motherhood & Sanity


Tuesday, April 8, 2014

sacred spaces



The sacred room where it all happens. Behind semi-closed doors, tales are whispered, lessons are practiced, kingdoms are won and lost. Dreams are weaved from invisible silk peppered with sugar and the first broken hearts. This is where what she learns outside gets acknowledged and  where new behaviour is rehearsed. Her dolls an extension of herself, who she hopes to become, how she wishes the world would behave. Here she  gets to say what outside sometimes she dares not. Here she learns about courage, friendship betrayal and love. and it is all carefully weaved with magic silk onto her soul.