I am from clothespins,
From Clorox and carbon-tetrachloride.
I am from the dirt under the back porch,
(black and glistening, it tasted like beets.)
I am from the forsythia bush,
The Dutch Elm
Whose long gone limbs I remember
As if they were my own.

I’m from fudge and eyeglasses,
From Imogene and Alafar.
I’m from the know-it-alls
And the pass-it-ons,
From perk up and pipe down.
I’m from He restoreth my soul
With a cottonball lamb
And ten verses I can say myself.

I’m from Artemus and Billie’s Branch,
Fried corn and strong coffee.
From the finger my grandfather lost
To the auger
The eye my father shut to keep his sight.

Under my bed was a dress box
Spilling old pictures,
A sift of lost faces
To drift beneath my dreams.
I am from those moments—
Snapped before I budded—
Leaf-fall from the family tree.

~seeing "Little Miss Sunshine" again and then seeing "The Last Kiss" - both great movies

~spending the morning just Kadison and I ~ walking, storytime at the Library and sharing a piece of banana nut bread together in the grass

~walks along the beach and making sand angels with Kadison

~watching pelicans dive for fishies..

~deep, meaningful conversations with my two beautiful friends

..i called an old friend who i hadn't talked to in forever and just hearing her voice made me take a breath and relax a bit more..
...but after spilling to her, after venting, after really telling her all the terrible things that go through my head...she said the simple words that made everything better...

"it's normal" ~i feel that way too."

once i heard those words something lifted
i felt better

for that i'm grateful to her and to myself for giving my blurry ugly self a much needed break