i love

I love fresh juice.
I love juicing.
I love stormy stormy seas.
I love the green colour of spring.
I love songs that really make you feel something.
I love getting my hands dirty, mud, or paint, or whatever, sand.
I love reading something that I connect with.
I love freedom.
I love freedom.
I love warmth, warm thoughts, warm memories, warm feelings.
I love Love, and I love you.
I love being in love.
I love how steady I have become, how steady I've started feeling.
I love feeling like the sea.
I love open windows that have a clear view of the sky.
I love the boundlessness of nature.
I love stars, I really love stars.
I love having a feeling that something wonderful is going to happen.
I love people who inspire me to smile more and think that the world is a wonderful place.
I love piano keys.
I love the feeling of turbulence.
I love swings.
I love dancing, really truly love dancing.
I love my body, it's so cool.
I love having tattoos.
I love different cultures.
I love languages.
I love the divine mystical way this universe works.
I love making connections.
I love poetry.
I love feeling free and I love the ridiculous.
I love the moment when you feel that all this pain is just growing pain.
I love the feeling of infinite possibilities.
I love dreaming and daydreaming and when my dreams teach me things.
I love magic.
I love travelling.
I love falling apart to build something new.
I love really really strong thunder and lighting.
I love being nice to strangers.
I love patterns, and nice looking swimwear.
I love being at a beach, reading.
I love having warm skin.
I love that I will make new life one day, I really love that. I LOVE that!! That I will be Mother.
I love this mind that I have.
I love naked skin, I love the human form and I love wolves.
I love finding something or discovering something untouched, a thought, a feeling, anything, a moment.


I love so much.





But I don't understand why I'm ignoring my work, again.


2 days till fasting.
It feels like mentally I have started already.
I'm looking forward to it so much.


Tomorrow I will find my ovaries and not ignore my work.
Is this a promise?
Do I promise?


To have a good day tomorrow I should do emails, seriously, Jesus, some phonecalls, sing, write down a list of concerts, and then if I can tidy and laundry, and start packing.
But EMAILS. It's rude to other people, it makes their lives harder, it is annoying, and causes me stress.
So, my darlings, I ask you - why do I do it?

I don't know.
It would take me one day to get all my things done, up to date.
One day.


Goodnight.
M.