I loved watching L paint today. We copied a foal from my horse calendar. The strange liminal pleasure of watching her paint green grass almost made me ill.
Thank You for days like this, that somehow matter in spite of everything. In spite of not feeling correctly or acting perfectly, or knowing what's up. You speak in so many ways. Please keep speaking. Help me remember what I know. To stick to the truth. Not to my guns, to my garden.
Please help me shed and repair; please renew my mind, my hope, my drives and commitments. Don't let me moon around.
Thank You for days like this, that somehow matter in spite of everything. In spite of not feeling correctly or acting perfectly, or knowing what's up. You speak in so many ways. Please keep speaking. Help me remember what I know. To stick to the truth. Not to my guns, to my garden.
Please help me shed and repair; please renew my mind, my hope, my drives and commitments. Don't let me moon around.
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