Weirdness everywhere. Your encapsulations are brilliant and helpful because they shrink those awful weird people to manageable size. At least in my mind. Hugs, dear one.
This is why I stay at home and yes, I am so fortunate to be able to do that. I can concentrate on the camellias, the chickens, the cats sleeping in the sun. I am hiding my head in black dirt of Lloyd. I know that.
it's been like that. endless oceans of despair, and then every once in a while, a tiny perfect sailboat way out on the horizon. xo may your holidays bring joy, elizabeth.
Oh my god. Yes. Me, too. Thank you for expressing what I haven't been able to.
I'm with you. Crying at the stop sign because the old man is hitching along in the cold in the intersection. Unbidden. Tears.
Weirdness everywhere. Your encapsulations are brilliant and helpful because they shrink those awful weird people to manageable size. At least in my mind. Hugs, dear one.
It definitely IS all so weird. All we can do is appreciate what we can -- the sunsets, the yellow flowers. Pretty much all I blog about these days!
This is why I stay at home and yes, I am so fortunate to be able to do that. I can concentrate on the camellias, the chickens, the cats sleeping in the sun. I am hiding my head in black dirt of Lloyd. I know that.
it's been like that. endless oceans of despair, and then every once in a while, a tiny perfect sailboat way out on the horizon. xo may your holidays bring joy, elizabeth.
I'm sorry sweetie. I've got nothing either. I think the dark makes it all worse too. There is so much broken in the world, it makes me despair.
Sending hugs and love.