I don’t have the words to describe the way I feel about life in this moment. The dogs snoozing by the stove and I’ve just had a hot bowl of soup after a steam room and a jacuzzi. My wonderings on my life lived this long and so influenced by the seasons, the moon and the circumstances that fate brought, require a better grip on the English language than I have. I’m sitting on someone else’s couch with my blue throw over it and the sun hitting my cheek as I examine these older hands.

Recently I have had such dejavu and joy when walking the dogs that I thank the universe and enjoy the aliveness we share. My steady view point is sober, often happy and sometimes questioning of course… could I have done better? I’ll never know but so far I am learning that I’m one lucky human being x

Happy New Years beautiful people x there’s always a pocket of magic in plain view if you have the right glasses on xxxxx