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Jan 30, 2019 01:50

The drive home was transcendental.
Curvy roads in deep fog; zero perspective or awareness of where I am in the big picture. But knowing without a doubt I’m on my way home.

Every moment enhabited by now.

Radio playing good tunes. Meshing.

A little leftover high.

Filled up on hugs and snuggles and feeling loved and loving and .

That one love; interbeing.

Having a purpose in life to bring joy and ease and love to other people when I can. To let that fill me, too. Mutually. Symbiotic; one.

This prednisone.
Heavily affects my experience of life and my person.

Noticing.

Keep breathing.
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