She told me that as a child I ran into the sea and that no one could stop me.
I really miss her, because she was someone who I could always call and she would know what to say and sometimes there would be all her very dry wit as well.
I’m just thinking of her a lot today.
Wondering how it must have been for her.
In many of the pictures of myself I have my arm around people as if I am propping them up?
This last decade has nearly crushed me and I feel unstrong.
I’m not sure how that happened.
I always felt strong before.
It’s just the series of impacts that losses hand to one.
I have the progressed moon moving through the 8th house.
Right now it’s in Cancer and a year from now it will be out of there.
Maybe this is why I am so preoccupied with death.
Or so frightened.
Today was better.
I’m going to upload Heart of Clouds so that it is for sale.