After an early start, a couple of stops, and lots of heat, we arrived.
Pandemic. Canada’s last ice sheet collapses. Beirut. It goes on.
Just running around doing errands…
The mud after a thunderstorm and a white dress, what could go wrong? Well, nothing. Especially if you consider the stains on a dress a sign of a pond enjoyed, a laugh had, and a hug earned.
“We’ve been told, for some unknown f**king reason, that insecurities are bad things. It’s the opposite. Take a good look at someone who doesn’t seem to have any insecurities. Take a look at someone who never says they’re wrong and never apologizes. Take a look at someone who thinks they’re perfect. I’ll tell you what you’re looking at: a total f**king a**hole. This is a person who never thought they needed to improve.” You’re Not That Great, Elan Gale.
When my Mama purged her yarn and texted me, “Do you want it?” I replied with a resounding, “Yes!”
It never gets old, does it?
“…and I can’t promise you that everyday won’t be some kind of crazy, because that’s just who I am, and that’s the kind of love I’m looking for.” – Rumi
It was hot. I mean heat advisory hot and humid. I drove out. In traffic. It annoyed me. So, hoping to make it more than just a short visit, I asked to do her nature walk.
“It was the longest she had gone without human contact; without the soft, conceding warmth of someone else’s skin. She began to crave it after a while, to obsess over the most trivial things. Like a hand on her shoulder or a king word from a stranger. How long, she wonders, before I forget how it feels to be wanted? How long until I lose all recollection of love?” – Lang Leav
