yea, I mean I found myself crying for just about anything. Even if there were actual things to cry about which there always are...
What happened to that fierce lioness who could beat up anybody and still go work out and then make dinner and do the laundry at the same time and make 55 gallons of soap every month?
I keep asking my self this question every day. People tell me to come out with them, join the fun, the party..
no, I wont..
Why am I recluse?
I know why and I'll tell you if you don't mind.
I love it here. I love my house. I love my couch and my kitchen and my soap table and I love to clean and tidy up and then rest and help my kids out with homework like Spanish and soon there will be French lessons coming through my home.
I love conjuring up my next soap smell and talking about blends in balms which work with my beloved friends, like you. Some combinations do not work for me..like the time I put ginger with cacao..not for me..ginger is weird anyhow.
I should open my heart to ginger..ginger with lemon sounds nice...if not pedestrian..
I love a soap that when you wash your hands with it and then you dry them, you take a little closer inhalation. You put your hands together and bury your nose in them and smell. I know that isn't just me.
Vetiver lingers beautifully. So does patchouli, yes, but put them together and you have magic.
Do I still love the walking dead? Maybe, yes and maybe, no. I am sorry Rick but your dumb choice to go take Maggie to hill...
I see the moon and the moon sees me I hear her voice of eternity her luminous rays reflecting silent truths desires met with little force...
I was thinking about things. I am sort of studying brain stuff some more and it makes me think about my inner brain and why I think and do t...