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Once upon a time, there lived a little girl. More than anything in the whole wide world, this little girl wanted to be loved. She searched many, many foreign places for love. She kissed many toads for love. She loved and she loved and she loved. The more she loved, the harder it became. Her tiny little heart was fading. Layers and layers of molten skin were binding her. Finally, the little girl exploded. She began lashing out at everything and everyone in sight. Bolts of lightning were striking all she touched and did not touch. She began to spin out of control. As she spun, rings and rings were spinning off of her painting the earth. Many colors began flying throughout the air. Suddenly, she was naked. She looked into the water and there, she found her love. Now, to find the prince…

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Letting go once again...




It seems as I go through life, "letting go" is a constant. The only difference today is, it doesn't hurt. When I realized there is really nothing to hold on to. Loving everything as it comes to me. Being the source of that love. My heart being showered with love and guidance. Cleaning my house right now, before heading out for the park.
Yesterday, Mildred came by to pet Betty at the fence. As she walked through my yard, she remarked about all my "mole mounds". She asked if I knew how to get rid of the moles. A few years ago, when I had dirt delivered to cover the hole made by the pool I had removed, the man who delivered the dirt told me that moles were a good sign. It meant my ground was healthy.
Right after Mildred left, I was looking at my flower bed when suddenly the ground started moving. I watched it as it made it's way through a little ways, and then, right when I thought it was going to reveal it's head, a worm come out. Guess the mole was chasing the worm. Hehe, the worm got away! As I was watching the mole making its way underground, I recalled how my ex would do the same thing, except, he was waiting for the mole to make its appearance so he could konk it on its head with a shovel and kill it. No, I wasn't about to murder the mole.
Back in 2006, I had a man called Thomas, remove a tree that had died in the corner of my front yard. Today, I went to dig a hole where that was removed. Surprizingly, the stump was crumbled and I was easily able to dig another large hole. I planted a Norfolk Island Pine.

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