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.