life hanging out, posts are devoid of any real content and i would rather see your face in front of me.
you want to know how i am doing? come visit. call. write me a letter.
and i will try and do the same.
things in the yard are coming together bit by bit. flowers here, fruit trees there. i cannot even tell you how happy it makes me to see it all. now it's time to turn my attention to creating a sacred space.
being sick meant spending more time on the computer than i had been in the past. as i get better i need to break that habit. too much time 