FebulousFebruary 2025: Lost and Found

‘There’s a right and a wrong way to do everything  and you’ll always do it the wrong way’

Thanks hen for drawing attention to yourself and standing out in a crowd your glow in all your glory has speckled my glittery path to now.

Thanks hen for sticking your neck out paving my way to circle the base…take the toys from the boys…and reclaim the night. 

Thanks hen for not ‘hauding your wheest’ as your voice has helped me connect with my tribe speak out for injustice, heal in talking therapy.

Thanks hen for not always pulling your socks up. Your socks are fine, just fine, round your ankles. You’ve been having fun knocking doors and running away, racing others round the block on your bike. Your socks are fine, just fine, one up, one down

Climbing trees and the primary school wall where you invented walking the plank all along its narrow, nobbly stretch  forming the firm stepping stones  to my fun-filled life to the courageous steps I’ve taken and to the leading roles I’ve comfortably adopted.

And they did give you something to cry about, hen.   More than they ever knew.

Thanks hen for keeping the ember of resistance glowing in your depths. 

Thanks hen for keeping your fire of rage burning in your heart.

Your defiant agency has brought me to the water’s edge to shed my sea of tears  to shed my layers of fear to dive in and swim towards the shiny new day dawning on the horizon.

Thanks hen.

Fiona Thomson, Westgate