gratitude

its the most perfect morning
coffee with hazelnut milk, gala long cat all over the freshly made bed
poppy-cherry pies, pizza!
potatoes ready to be stirred with brussel sprouts

:)

he is at work
maybe we wont be together anymore
im gonna give him space
the weather is shit, but i like it.
one day of rest

pink bikini nefertiti

egg, cauliflower, turnip, potato, greens - salad
for breakfast
it was a big salad and im a little nauseated now
also bleeding still
i dont know how to cope
path chard here, baked bread, destined to be alone today again.

not in the mood to be with anyone
to go anywhere
maybe id like to work
shell harding again

nice clothes

its turnip season, yaay :(
i dont like eating fresh turnip.
but its so good for us...so i have it
it was a floor turnip, of course
who in their right mind would buy turnip...

gonna do yoga today and creep on the kiwis of my neighbours
maybe even go and get the jupol.
very sad, very low, very confused

i dont know why

i know you care

wash the bathroom, pick up bottles on my way home and eventually return them for money
get toilet paper from school
buy yeast, nuts, seeds and linen pads
wash shells, yoga, hair removal and sewing

wash my hair

iyengar ila

i feel so free
so open
im breathing
im full

tommorow i replant the raspberry
eat prepared foods
clean the broken glass

order in the closet till 2100

barbara, if, way down deep, you can even slightly comprehend that time is an illusion and that space is just a stage, then it shouldn't take much of a leap to realize how safe you are, how much magic there is, and most importantly, that there must exist a super-consciousness with wishes and dreams all its own, that include you.

And the places we will go,
    The Universe

dont get it twisted, get it twisted...

'Twas the month of Christmas and on every single day,
I thought of the things that might brighten your way.
And then it just hit me, like a sleigh hits a roof,
that with your own thoughts, you could be your own proof.

So choose them with care, barbara, and lots of emotion,
because it's what you are feeling that sets them in motion.
And when the clock strikes 12, on a particular eve,
you might not believe all that's under your tree.

Metaphorically, dear.

Tallyho, ho, ho!
    The Universe