Ritual Bloodletting
I have died a thousand deaths today
We all have stories, these are mine. I tell them with a heart full of love and through eyes of kindness.
I have died a thousand deaths today
The dust motes drift languidly Like they have nowhere to be.
I loved a women once.
Go forth into the day And make it yours.
She is a cathedral. My masterwork
Weld: Bond of indelibly between two like strata. Usually much stronger than the strata itself.
You Cannot gently take a gift from a closed fist.
In the 5th grade, our class was studying Greek mythology when our art teacher suggested we build our own trojan horse.
Saturday Afternoon 240914 2pm
An old woman is why we have stopped here today. She has spent her life worrying, angry and complaining. But the kindness of my friends drives them to stop and say kind things to her. To help with the dishes, to make sure she’s taking her meds and eating enough.
Evening chatter Lotion Feet Legs