He likes to breathe my breath with me.   So sometimes i eat like, Fritos.   

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you didn't know it,  but i Quit Blogging last night.   had tried to get a post to load all eve.  gave up at midnight and "took it as a sign".   Said,   ok.  i  quit.    meant it. and then,  waking,   there was a comment from a name i didn't know.  that last post of  2/13…

kennedy confirmed Health and Human Services.

i don't remember why or when i wanted this here…from the storage unit Alyssia still has where there's some of my NM stuff still?  Maybe a year or so ago?   it's on the bathroom floor propped against the "closet" wall and everytime i use the toilet i see it…see…but today i SAW it…because those  Shadow…

from Saturday's Gathering at the Well   my surprising self with the  intensity of rage at the meeting of  Netanyahu and Trump….Wendy,  a Jungian Therapist gives me the the opening to the Shadow Self        and i remember sitting on my Dearest and Best  friend's bed,  Marjorie Burke Price,   Marge,  a bowl of popcorn, …

coming to the last pic of CatherinE's  post at gemtactics.net ,   her quilt,   i was taken by a sudden very visceral urge to stitch. ? this piece,  somehow left away from all the rest,  all of which are out in the vehicle  since Evac Days      I think i'll bring it in tomorrow…….maybe. Battery…

vev there is always this.  Still.  Give and Receive.