For the Second Time in almost 30 years, Gray has come
into my Conscious Mind and possessed my Psychic Body,
while hot-water showering this Morning, to help me shampoo my hair
without losing my Balance, and make me say things to My Self,
in her style of Voice and Syntax, that gives me Breath and
Courage to endure the pain of Gravity. She is with me still, this afternoon,
just because she still thinks my old fat Body is Beautiful because I look like the Venus of Wellingdorf, and because in Life we've shared thru thick and thin times, a similar body-type to the Celtic French and Scots.
I know she’s still hanging around with me because, I certainly don’t think Fat is Beautiful when I have to carry it around on a broken ankle and a crunchy knee, but today I’m walking lighter in My Thoughts of and with, My First Feminist Heroine and Oath Mother.

Here’s a poem I wrote for Her when I was in my 20’s and She was in her 30’s, and She was gone to Sanibel Island for many long months:

From Journal #1, November, 1976

Atmosphere evaporates
In your absence
And I am left
To breathe a Vacuum.
Gravity, Come Home!