It’s hard when we care so much.. literally feeling and soaking things up like a sponge. I hear ya. Nature has always helped me, the most basic of things helps me find ground and let go, yet focus on what’s truly important.
Yuck. That reminds me of a dream last night. I discovered pink slime was partially made of discarded aborted baby parts ground up… they were laughing at how they were fooling us because of how it was so well disguised in different foods. I’m still a little sick feeling in my stomach.
I wouldn’t change a thing. Perfecto!!
Kekkkk!
That’s like waiting in line for a roller coaster and jumping out of the line right as it’s your turn to get in it. Pointless?