Amongst the festival noise of the night market in Jonker Street, flashing bright nighttime equivalent of miniature suns from bulbs dangling onto black wires that curve like the eyelashes of a beautifully extravagant cross-dresser.
"Where do I belong?" this is such an important question to ask of oneself and have the courage to answer truthfully, reminders of origins are not always welcome but so necessary in finding the truth.
This is gorgeous writing dear Lisha, captivating and magical and honest! I loved it - your best so far for me 🙏🏼xxx
Good morning! I listened to this on my Substack App and I had to slow it down to savor the colors and the dizzying descriptions of all the action in the scene. I felt like I was there and overwhelmed by sights, sounds, and smells! Well done! xoxo
"Where do I belong?" this is such an important question to ask of oneself and have the courage to answer truthfully, reminders of origins are not always welcome but so necessary in finding the truth.
This is gorgeous writing dear Lisha, captivating and magical and honest! I loved it - your best so far for me 🙏🏼xxx
Thank you Susie. I am writing snippets in this style to weave into my memoir when I redraft it soon. I hope they belong there too 😉
Good morning! I listened to this on my Substack App and I had to slow it down to savor the colors and the dizzying descriptions of all the action in the scene. I felt like I was there and overwhelmed by sights, sounds, and smells! Well done! xoxo
Oh my, thank you, Sharon! That means so so much to me, coming from you ❤️