PIPPA HENNESSY
Today I Am… Today I am imperial purple. I am warm and loved. I am rich in the things that matter. I have hidden depths to explore. I am the darkening sky at night and the lightening sky before the dawn. Today I am a five-pointed star. I’m a little bit spiky, sort of person-shaped but not quite. There is meaning and tradition in me, mystical and obscured but there to be discovered. Today I’m floppy. I’m slightly damp, a wet tea-towel hanging on the edge of the sink, creased and grubby, not clean and ironed. Someone should run me through a boil wash. Today I am a gentle sigh. A sigh of relief, a sigh of exasperation, a sigh of sadness for things past and opportunities missed. You can barely hear me, but you can see my chest rise… and fall. Today I am warm. I say goodbye to the chills of the last few weeks. My frozen centre is starting to melt. Icebergs calve from the glaciers of my past, carried by swift currents to new adventures. Today I am a cauldron of emotions, coming to the boil. I’m still calm on the surface, underneath bubbles froth and rise. The recipe was written by a madwoman, and I followed it blindly. I think the results will make good soup.
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