Thinly Veiled

HNT #1-Celebrate the Grey

My hair is rapidly greying and I have no intention of ever dying it. Here's a shot of the wild mane that is going salt and pepper, lighting is a bit odd but I think you can see it. I refuse to buy into the idea that grey hair has to be covered up.

Happy HNT!

HNT#2-Homage to my Hips

HNT is about celebrating our skin. We all have our 'bits' we are unhappy with. But whatever they are, they are ours, and we need to be happy in our skin and accepting of it. So with that, here is a great poem that helped me celebrate and my homage to my own hips, stretchmarks and all. Perhaps not an artistic shot, but a celebratory shot.

Homage to My Hips

these hips are big hips.
they need space to
move around in.
they don't fit into little
petty places. these hips
are free hips.
they don't like to be held back.
these hips have never been enslaved,
they go where they want to go
they do what they want to do.
these hips are mighty hips.
these hips are magic hips.
i have known them
to put a spell on a man and
spin him like a top

-Lucille Clifton

HNT#3-Lean on Me

A place to lean, or cry, or better yet...plant a kiss.

HNT#4-She's Got Legs

Are my seams straight?

HNT#5-Gibson Girl

Leader of the Band by Dan Fogelberg. It was released shortly after my artist/musician grandfather died. I later inherited his Gibson guitar. I got to thinking how much he would love HNT. No, not because he was a dirty old man, but because he was an artist and had an appreciation for self expression and the human form. My musical skill will never equal his, but I here is my artistic tribute to him.

HNT#6-Blowing Kisses

Happy Valentine's Day!

HNT#7-Nakedness of Soul

Sometimes HNT is not about the skin at all.

In memory of a beloved friend (11/14/61-2/16/05)

Butterfly Soul

Clouds obscure the sun
as I sit alone.
A flicker of orange
dances before me
and rests on my hand.
The tickle of your footsteps
brings a dawning smile.
I marvel over your grace,
your beauty,
your joy.
I reach to caress your paper wing.
You rise to the sun.
I watch the rays receive you,
feel their warmth
on my face.
-MKRB

HNT#8-Brrrrr!

Damn that Punxatawny Phil last month...Winter came roaring back with a vengeance this week. It was 13 F at my son's bus stop on Monday morning. So I hope you'll forgive the bags under my eyes, it was early. And this is all the skin I am showing in such cold and when the wind is whipping.