This journal wanders about. It's poetry, reflections, snippets from other stories and ideas of others, and my own pot luck thoughts reflecting the transparent thinking of this post-traumatically stressed, majorly depressed social phobic before and after my breakdown.

November 18, 2008

no point, happens sometimes

They (?) say women in menopause and beyond are drawn to gardening as it is possible to absorb estrogen from the soil and we seek the "balance" we had as younger women. Good Lord, i'm probably more stable now than i have been in years, but i get the point.

When i say "stable", what do i mean?
  1. i pay my bills on time and follow a budget.
  2. the rage i used to feel is gone but anxiety took hold.
  3. i have great supports around me who can help me.
At any rate, every piece of land is an artscape; every tree holds a pose for a time for us to enjoy and then falls and becomes the earth, giving soil to a seed where a tree starts to grow. It's a nice thought that the rhythm of everything is moving toward that same end and started at the same beginning.

I like dirt under my nails. I like to play in the garden. Good for the soil, i mean soul.

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