i sat outside and read 2 chapters of my book.
home is where u feel safe.
but there isn’t necessarily anyone else there.
for the kids:
if the adult won’t listen, find another one. if that one doesn’t listen, find another one.
its not you.
a lot of adults are stupid.
not sure what i was expecting. but i should’ve known better.
replace weekend with christmas & you’re sorted:
#YouAreWelcome & i’ll see you on the flip side!
not my meme :)
i lock the doors.
close the windows.
sob till my insides ache.
find a corner.
a safe corner.
back right up into that bitch.
till i feel
Today was a sicky, yucky fucked day health wise. I’m not sure whats going on but may actually warrant a trip to the doctors / hospital if it doesn’t settle. I even had trouble focusing and holding my hands steady to actually take a photograph! Not cool!
Anywho … on my hundredth trip to the bathroom, I passed the fridge … again. And this little beauty grabbed my attention.
Our fridge is covered with all the Mokos (grandchildren) drawings, and this drawing was done by Moko #2 when she was about 6. All these gorgeous little stick figures are part of our ‘family’; the 3 in focus are:
Blue – Moko #2
Orange – Koro (Grandfather … my partner)
Crimson – Me :)
I love how moko #2 feels in her family … safe and loved … and she has always drawn just that. I am always drawn / placed on the outside edge of their pictures and this used to offend Me until I realised Moko #2 seems to know I’m the Watcher … the Protector.
How mindful is this scene? I’m uncertain … but it means a hell of lot too Me.
Love and extra light today.