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greenstormIt gets easier, like a muscle, I guess.
Mom asked me if she could paint my fence today, instead of just doing it. Finally? I don't know. Is she doing all this stuff to feel loved? I want her to feel loved anyhow, not for the stuff. Either way it's a relief and a ...validation? equalization of power? anyhow, it's important that she's asked first.
I was gifted three super beautiful apple trees to plant in my yard. When I got them the cashier called them "your babies" and I felt seen.
A hatch of muscovies was laid in a dog crate, and I caught it just as the babies were hatching and before they got off the nest so mom and I carried the crate to the quail shed before the birds had a chance to scatter and need to be herded to safety. Here's to peace and safety of my animals.
The three piglets are huge now, their mum is obviously producing a bunch of milk. And mom can help me castrate. What a relief, and they're so cute and I love them.
I'm beginning to tap into the feeling of growth again, not just of death and of holding the line with the tips of my fingernails. It's time.
I could... have dinner parties if I wanted to? The dogs would need wrangling but it could be done.
I'm hyperaware of my hands tonight, of how much they've done over my lifetime, of the huge range of service they've provided from heavy work to loving touch to careful information gathering to precise creation and healing. They're good hands and I'm grateful for them and their experiences.
I'm grateful for the door for my bedroom I found at the dump. Even unhung it matches the painting Josh sent me and makes my life a little easier.
I'm grateful to be in bed early finally, and to be able to read a few minutes before exhaustion pulls me down again.
Mom asked me if she could paint my fence today, instead of just doing it. Finally? I don't know. Is she doing all this stuff to feel loved? I want her to feel loved anyhow, not for the stuff. Either way it's a relief and a ...validation? equalization of power? anyhow, it's important that she's asked first.
I was gifted three super beautiful apple trees to plant in my yard. When I got them the cashier called them "your babies" and I felt seen.
A hatch of muscovies was laid in a dog crate, and I caught it just as the babies were hatching and before they got off the nest so mom and I carried the crate to the quail shed before the birds had a chance to scatter and need to be herded to safety. Here's to peace and safety of my animals.
The three piglets are huge now, their mum is obviously producing a bunch of milk. And mom can help me castrate. What a relief, and they're so cute and I love them.
I'm beginning to tap into the feeling of growth again, not just of death and of holding the line with the tips of my fingernails. It's time.
I could... have dinner parties if I wanted to? The dogs would need wrangling but it could be done.
I'm hyperaware of my hands tonight, of how much they've done over my lifetime, of the huge range of service they've provided from heavy work to loving touch to careful information gathering to precise creation and healing. They're good hands and I'm grateful for them and their experiences.
I'm grateful for the door for my bedroom I found at the dump. Even unhung it matches the painting Josh sent me and makes my life a little easier.
I'm grateful to be in bed early finally, and to be able to read a few minutes before exhaustion pulls me down again.
