(Will this cut log be here years from now? Long after we’ve left this place)
Hi.
Tonight we have a little mini podcast episode. After our last episode, we kept recording. I had things on my mind. Things like beautiful cows grazing, mind games with road crossing deer and my mom’s decline due to her ALS.
Right now my life is like this>Every moment feels tingly, sad, heavy, scary, stunningly beautiful, fragile, empty, full, heavy (oh yeah I said that one already). That puffy cloud sitting on my chest? It’s so heavy these days. I welcome it and despise it equally.
I’m in my head. Consumed. This is my life today.
Are you on this journey with me?
(When will this tree no longer be in my life?)
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(looking at “the island” once a part of my grandparents property and cut up birch trees from the tornado a few years ago)
(“Lou’s walking path”) (made by Lou on his hands and knees during a paranoid pandemic hyperfocus)(and yes, he ended up covered in poison oak I believe…)
Here, you can watch me cry
6:30am, leaving my parents house.
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