Blackwater take me with you/To the place that I have spoken

Come lead me through the darkness
To the light that I long to see again

[Rain Tree Crow, Blackwater]

I am very blessed, because I have wise and caring friends. The list of friends may be smaller these days, but that certainly does not reflect the quality within. Thank you, those who support, advise, and love me.

Today was a stronger day; I ventured out with Rob to find food, get coffee, drive by the Peachoid there and back… I always wave to the Peachoid. I’m weird that way.

We got home and attacked the mess that is our office space. It has become a repository for random detritus of life: my microphone and stand, Rob’s suitcase, my excessive amounts of yarn, fabric, crafting magazines. We have avoided tackling it because it is overwhelming, but we really need to organize and use the space more effectively, especially as we both work from home.

So far, we’ve gotten a lot of things OUT of there, but that doesn’t mean that those things have homes as of yet. We have some plans to send some things to charity, and some will go into storage. It is pretty amazing that I came down here with two carloads of stuff, and yet Rob and I are easily filling up a two bedroom apartment. Crazy!

I have about 2038728735 craft magazines that I need to unload. I’m thinking of listing them in lots, because that’s just easier. Anyone interested? I know that some of them are old issues of Piecework but I’m not sure about the rest, right off the top of my head. Let me know here if you want to know more!

I write, as openly as possible, about my experiences with life, love, creativity, depression and not-depression. I share opinions. I promote compassion and change. I talk about music. I also write poetry and short stories. I like to share them here.

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