my lips touch

white clouds and blue sky

you stirred into me –
a heaping teaspoon
of Nestle Quik
in a glass of cold milk.

i made you a nightshirt of kisses
so when you sleep
my lips touch your body

like the lightness of rain
i stepped back
into my life

Poem by Terri Hanauer

Here I am in a cluster of nutshell:

Woman, mother, writer, poet, actor, director, photographer, supporter of human rights, dreamer, explorer, jester, meditator, friend, activist, Canadian/American, traveler, sister and daughter.

I’ve been cut in half (I was magician Doug Henning’s assistant), had my baby blessed by Stevie Wonder, and been hugged by the hugging saint, Amma.