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I would like to embark, but at present prefer to stay local while healing.

I did not realize that survivalism could be so energetically depleting!

They are my true friends, giving their all with only honest hesitation – then full commitment as they adjust to changes of seasons.

Drawing that to myself which reinforces my core identity.

“Stocking my well” to replenish the font of my creativity.

Recharging strength to launch into further complexity.

It’s a challenge to drop pressure after hardships.

What they do not mention is the prior necessary contraction relative to being able to recognize and then participate in such ventures.

On the busy weeks, it has felt good to come away with enough money to feel like we will make it.

On the lighter weeks, there is insecurity paired with attempts at acceptance because I have needed the rest due to my injuries.

These ebbs and flows get a bit daunting when paired with past shut downs due to Covid and the ever unknown prospective yields in the future.

Shyness in self assertion compounds when dwelling in a zone of such experienced, yet random bounty to limited restrictions.

The bird leaves varigated with maroon underbellies have perked up in my bedroom, serveying all they see with pride.

Dew drops of water slow-dripping off its tips let me know it has more moisture than is needed.

Go home and garden.

Many times, I have had to move, and with each resettling there must be restructuring.

Putting time, focus, and energy into home and garden represents these reparations.

After three years of hardship’s trying, we took a wild gamble to build and cross over our own rainbow bridge to a new paradise.

When we arrived on the mountain, we had hoped for a new life we could expand into – not a sentence of conscription’s isolation.

Why should I beg for some scraps of love from another when I can create happiness of my own?

After having glimpsed the truth and seen so many turn blindly out of fear away from it, it becomes increasingly difficult for me to believe that some day I could share it with someone.

My match just may not exist on this planet.

Perhaps, to need and desire the same that I would give in return is too much to expect.

And if I cannot have it, I will no longer accept less, anymore.

“Never tell me the odds!”

Gathering them to me, tending, and being with them makes me happy and restores faith in me.

It hasn’t been fair as the mother or as my children, but we are trying our best to work through the continuuing growth stages.

I could no longer stay there in that home town.

It had become filled with haunted memories.

There are too many to count and they would just distort the screen, so it’s best to just have good boundaries.

“He should have belonged to me,” she said, frustrated that things had gone awry.

“I know,” her friend reassured her, “but despite this, you have come so far.”

Just now as I had stepped out to enjoy the stars in the sky, there was a long, line of aircraft heading East, following one another seemingly perfectly.

By the time I saw them, they were too far away to capture photographically, and I wondered what they were moving at such a steady and quick pace so high up in the atmosphere.

I have never seen anything like it.

I have been greeting people I just meet and sharing my cards with them, but I have not been calling directly to folliw up on past leads due to my injury shifting to worse and scaring me.

Like a bird, I have been gathering bits of this and that to make our home functional, filled with life, and delightful.

It requires not working.

It also requires not spending.

Otherwise, fragile balance wobbles.

The heat of the sun and questing for plants to bring into our home and garden fills me with a tranquility which having some money helps to create, yet cannot buy.

I no longer need to ask certain questions.