Yesterday I sat quietly and celebrated a life in pieces.
And the freedom in that.
This morning I posted something new in Small Cloth.
And cried a bit for no reason except release. It worked.
I am going to go out and cut the weeds/grass. It's hot and wet, and if we don't keep up with it, the new owners of this house will get lost on the way in. Or eaten by monster mosquitoes... I will not miss them.
