everyone is talking about love this week.
from different parts of my life people are either; in love, dealing with broken love, or just general love goodness being spread through the waves.
i sit somewhere in the middle.
like the stew i made yesterday, i keep throwing things in the pot unsure of what will come out, but with a hope. and its all about the process isn’t? i like to think so.
sometimes its hard to get past all the scar tissue from the past, and see things in a new light. i know one thing for certain, i walk to the beat of my own drum and no matter the outside pressures people keep seeming to put on (and expect from) me, i’ll get there when i get there.
and i’ll send you a postcard. if you’re lucky, one with a cat doing yoga.
p.s. the magnetic fields rock my world.