I really need a place to journal.
Today was a good day. Yoga with Yvonne, who knows my heart, and celebrates little old Me. My dog and she are also fond of each other. Lunch with my honey at the Jerusalem Cafe. Then off to volunteer at SWMC. I had a big tribute batch. All done, spinning staw into gold.
Connecting with a billion dollar donor and tipping off the Foundation.
I felt appreciated and valuable. Mirage was excellent all day. People remarked on the 'lilt in her step'.
I am happy for her joy.
Joy is sporadic these days.
The sunrise was orange. Buttermilk sky. I weird, lovely glow inside the house like the lights were 'on'. I tryed to get a picture but it didn't quite capture the awe.
1 beer. I feel more connected with just one.
Still brewing about Moab and the Shirley mess. I could take all the blame, but that would not be fair. She was mean, rude, condescending, loud, insensitive and without compassion. I struggeled to stay at ease with her. Crying, walking, holding my tongue, thinking of new ways to avaoid being there and understanding the 'problem.
I think I like her and want to find some way of putting 'it' behind us. Laying awake and in savasana tears come to my eyes. I hate brokenness. I just don't see things clearly.
Called to check on Fran and Barb. Kudos to Carolyn G and Thanks to Kay. $ to Tom PPL
Manana
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