The past year has been heartbreaking for me in terms of relationships. I’ve never been good at them, and when I moved to Thelma in late 2018, I opened up my heart and actively pursued friendships. I found that many people were not able to reciprocate. People were happy to get together with me, talk with me, do things together, but only if I initiated it. They rarely called, invited me over, or included me in group activities.
I tried, it didn’t work, I’m letting it go. I have a deep love for most humans. (There are a few that I still cannot tolerate, but that number has lessened drastically.) But I do not like humans. For the most part, I cannot relate to them. I am not able to feel safe and secure around the two leggeds.
My boys are so precious to me. The are sacred beings, I see depth and wisdom when I gaze into their eyes. I feel so loved. Always. Unconditionally.
They share my love of the outdoors, and together the three of us go into the forest to search for and give out healing.
Sweet Sam and Hephzibah, I belong to you!
truth and love and the darkness inbetween 