Oh, the way we roll…up one wave, down the next ad infinitum… My balloon can be pricked so easily, it’s like the world and everyone on it are made out of pins. I get to the point where the remedy is sleep and sweets , not necessarily in that order. The wind has left meContinueContinue reading “Little Dipper”
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Forgetting the I
…icky sticky hugs and kisses that Hurt too much to feel…
Regaining Joy
So, So Glad to be feeling like myself again. Taking it easy, not staying inside my head so much. Letting the colors and shapes do the talking…letting the details take the place of the racing thoughts. Dot, dot instead of thought-thought…. https://videopress.com/v/KFpT3cY6?preloadContent=metadata
