Up later than usual but it doesn’t matter.

What day is it? Today is Friday.

Hard to find the snails. Maybe because we didn’t water the yard last night?

So good to hear her voice and to see her face. Seeing her mailbox numbers makes me a little sad. I remind myself that it’s okay to miss the past while being excited about the future.

I miss the rain.

I am a corner full of light. I am a flower blowing in the wind. I am muffled exaltations.

More pictures from two years ago at the ranch. I can’t believe it’s been only two years. How is that even possible? I remember that last night and how I said I knew that I would be living in California soon because it just felt like home. I sometimes forget that I am living in/out a dream.

I could listen to Dr. Harris talk all day.

Their conversation makes me want to transport myself back to Resistance Served. Can I have that same feeling of complete wholeness, please?

He told me I could literally just use a branch to propagate a tree. Now to figure out how I can get branches from the neighbor’s fig and lemon tree. Ron makes me feel like I can do anything.

His question is valid. It’s just that I have no answer for it. It’s just that I know there’s nothing I can say that will fit into his current framework.

Reading material.