chronicle of my journey through my matriarch years - love , work, dreams, frustrations, poems, paradoxes
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
I think making myself start posting has been a good thing. I feel more myself, more in charge of myself and decisions about what to do when, less overwhelmed. Tonight that is write one more poem, knit three rows on a soft pink prawer shawl, take a bath in ginger ming bath salts, and fall asleep next to Bob.