He who controls the spice, controls the universe.
Feels like sinking into the softest abundance of billowing pillows. Kiss kiss, I've missed you journal. Sounds like the lull of the most comforting quiet voices softly whispering sweet things that echo into misty eyelashes refleting raindops and bows collected over the years. Still echoes resound throughout this paradise. Never left. Married Aaron. Working with our Earth's ocean and atmosphere to help be the solution for climate change. Your help is needed too. I don't know if I really believed we would make it to 2012 when I started this journal. Well, here we are. For now at least. I hope I remember to come back soon and meander from my past into the future again. All we are is like a time capsule of our experience. So many forgotten things... preoccupied with with useless thoughts taking up precious space for more important memories like the ones being created now. Like how I made it to grad school and am finally in my last semester with a 4.0 nonetheless. Hippie school really, but ivy leagueish nonetheless. Perfect for a naturalist to express off the beaten path views of science and education. Yay. I must go now, don't hold me with your eyes like that... Somewhere a clock is ticking. Be still my love, don't go... Did Goodman say that or was it Hebert...