I have no idea what that title means. It’s one of those things that could be clever if no one actually thinks really hard about it. They sort of half recognize the reference and say to themselves, as they are busy microwaving and sending text messages (walk with me) and being all busy and needing things in cute, clever, quick packages. I don’t remember where I was going with this so let’s move on, shall we?

I promised myself that I would post something here at least once a day. And it’s 11PM so I’m struggling to say something. I’m going to allow the stream of consciousness and see what takes root. This is supposed to be a place with no pressure. I can post a picture or a quote or a chat or a… whatever the buttons told me I could but can’t remember now because the buttons, they are gone.

I started to tell you about my day. About the time I spent. The times I laughed. What I ate. Who I ate it with. Started to craft this story about my family and what they mean and the boy who’s face threatens the sun with every smile. I want to talk about the look when he tastes lemon. Or the first attempt at sushi. Have so many stories from the warm promissory note of summer that was today. But I am still so protective. Still trying to figure out what this place means. It’s been so long since I allowed myself in an arena like this. Back then, it was safe. These days, it is anything but but still, I miss the fluidity of authentic thought. I don’t recognize this guarded; this apprehensive, this self protection created out of lack of trust.

I’m not making sense. So I’ll end this. And tomorrow, there will be more writing and I will start to share this when it makes sense. When I make sense. When I remember why this is necessary again because it is. It always is.

Love someone and mean it,

B.