Memories of you...

Memories of you,

as I opened the door,

to what really love was,

that gentle surrender,

in your eyes I've known,

in this and other eons.

Memories of you,

as I found myself,

confused at first,

when you left,

for fear,

that this friendship,

could not reflect,

what you made me lack.

Memories of you,

as I set in motion,

a journey to a distant land,

away from you,

and homeland affairs.

Memories of you,

as I found my pride,

my life,

another Love,

a partner,

to commit to,

honour,

and share.

Memories of you,

as now I am proudly Me.

Thank You.

May we all now find,

and continue,

this life,

in peace.

Blessed be!

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Review Book: Because of Her

I finished Because of Her, 24 hours ago and still I do not have the courage to start reading another book for the fear of loosing the feeling Ke Payne has evoked in me.

Tabitha and Eden have lovingly crept under my skin and snuggly found a place inside my heart to stay.

I found the book real and authentic. Raw in its feelings as crudely unprocessed, are those emotions that make us break from adolescents to young adults, from rebellious teenagers to conscious bearers of future generations.

Yes it is a book I would recommend to any young lesbian out there (and not so young one too!). For hurdles are made to be jumped and only in that leap for love and through love, we can start a change that is the passport to a better us, a better world...just because of her.

The book will be published on the 1st March 2014 by Bold Strokes Books

Good-bye Malta!

I've just said good-bye to my parents.

As time goes by, each time it is a deeper felt good-bye. Once I used to flee from here, from their presence. Now I book a flight and spend all my holidays to be with them, to be in Malta.

Time has changed me and has changed them. Actually for me more than Time it was all the hard work on facing my fears, my suppressed anger and a slow finding of myself.

Not that all has been done. Far from it. My fears are still here, raw and alive but now I am aware of them. I can even name some of them. My anger is something I am learning to transform. And as regards finding myself...well that is something I really do not know where I am.

However I have noticed that each time I come to Malta I face another bit of my fears and harness a bit more of my anger. Coming “home” to my past, my native land, my colours, my sea, my food, the friends I've left and new ones I found, I realize a bit more of who I really am.

Coming "here" is a slow coming "out" in all senses. Not only about my sexuality but also about all of me. Letting go of fear has opened windows I've never seen. A certain lightness of being that now and then helps me to breath to life.

Malta is a playground that helps me gauge how much of that frightened confused rebellious young girl who fled all to save herself is still inside of me and needs healing and how much has transformed into a woman.

Good-bye Malta. Thank you!