Nobody sees a flower really; it is so small. We haven’t time, and to see takes time – like to have a friend takes time. – Georgia O’Keefe
My late afternoon nap yesterday turned into about 16 hours of sleep. I slept through dinner, I slept through all my little nightly things, I slept through waking up at 2 am and 4 am. My dreams needed to catch up with everything that is happening. I dreamed the landlady’s cousin was in my room, clucking her disapproval of my things. And in my dream, I used some profanity that felt really, really good.
I heard your story, and I understand you are finding things out, from somewhere in the middle of your own good time. Every word broke the surface tension, and there you were – my kind and very dear friend, who lets me fling one-liners around like free money, just to make myself laugh. Who – as long as we’ve known each other – has always put honesty at the top of the list. Except about my one-liners. Because you always laugh no matter how terrible they are – and of course, I know better.
Who are those untroubled people with no harrowing stories to tell? I don’t know any of them – and whoever they are, I probably couldn’t fall in love with them.
I just want you to feel good, – and know we can talk whenever you want.
Loving the flowers and taking the time to look!
Love you and the multiple vases with flowers, honey! Only way through is forward…XOXOXO