I've been blogging a long time. Since 2003. Lots of things have changed since then.
I changed. Change is what I do.
I shapeshifted and I'm still doing it.
I think I'm the only one of us who hasn't posted about the weekend. They said it all.
It's insane but I feel changed. Always a bit of a lone she-wolf, suddenly I'm craving the company of my female pack. That's huge for me. Huge.
Thank you my lovelies. I really do love you all.
Retreating - morning from Jo H. on Vimeo.
Last night she slept in my bed. At 2am she asked for a 'mummy cuddle'. "Mmm," she said,"Feels like chocolate milk."
An hour later she stirred and said, in a monotone, bullet point kind of way,"You're so soft. I love you more than anything in the world. I like you even when I'm grumpy." And then she was asleep again.
I am not worthy. But I'll keep trying.
In an ideal world, every dog would have his own vintage fabric cushions.
I'm very taken with three hares imagery right now, being a hare lover from way back.
There's a nice explanation at open enlightenment and this beautiful painting is by the wonderful Jackie Morris.
