My unwillingness amazes me. The extreme extent of my insanity amazes me. I am amazed that I seem to still present in and somewhat passingly linger in the realm of functional. I have moments of hope and glimmers of productivity, then find myself mired in old self-destructive patterns that hurt, discourage, and scare me. It's so embarrassing to ( Read more... )

Saint Boy and I were in a garden. It was open and seemed like it was ours but it wasn't. If we decided to take anything, we would need to pay, which was fair and right. Lots of big vegetables but none looking "perfect". Much misshapen and definitely ripe. The place was quiet and felt sheltered. We were both in good spirits. I was excited and amazed ( Read more... )