Gone now. Driving straight through to Michigan. More waiting there who love them. Maybe that's the best. They are loved by many. Many.
But here, how it is to love like something so familiar, so same as your own self. Almost no seperation….just same. Just love. No skin. No differences. No thought. Just love.
longing to have that all the time? or enough?
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Just that
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Gosh, hope I can feel something like love when I visit my family in August for my Mom’s 85th!
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Love to you Grace………….
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No. not all the time.
Enough?, no. not really.
ambivilance. Both. Both. When we were talking about the
California Dream, it included seperate places but in a near distance. We talked about how my place might be maybe a
mile from theirs. You could only WALK to it. Which would
mean it wouldn’t be on a whim. A mile is a mile. and that i could have a color code of flags on my fence. One indicating ok and Yes! another indicating…Go Away!
but then…again…here they are and they are just the finest of the fine and i love so much learning about who and what they are…………
so…both
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yes. no skin. we are OPEN. totally OPEN to one another. moving freely through the membrane of form
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i hope that too, for you, Mo. I never had it with my own
mother. ever.
so…I hope that so much for you. You will travel FAR.
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Martine… Strawberry love back to you, so very very much…
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within walking distance yet respecting separation. I so like that. . .may it be so. . . . .
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