time this time
i wish i had more time to read your journals.
you are all so very beautiful with your thoughts on love and spirituality and life and quips on the news and random funniness and poetry and joy and pain. sometimes i skim. occasionally read.
i take time to stop and smell the flowers but this garden is infinite and it never ends. i wander and seek and dance and fret and cook and eat and play and work and look and listen and chase my tail for some reason i forgot. i even occasionally rest. in the midst of it all it is a joy to reconnect with old friends so long without communication, picking it right back up, catching up, and continuing on. i may not often take the time to read now, but i think of you often.
and now i must get back to business.
you are all so very beautiful with your thoughts on love and spirituality and life and quips on the news and random funniness and poetry and joy and pain. sometimes i skim. occasionally read.
i take time to stop and smell the flowers but this garden is infinite and it never ends. i wander and seek and dance and fret and cook and eat and play and work and look and listen and chase my tail for some reason i forgot. i even occasionally rest. in the midst of it all it is a joy to reconnect with old friends so long without communication, picking it right back up, catching up, and continuing on. i may not often take the time to read now, but i think of you often.
and now i must get back to business.