Elizabeth, the woman who gave birth to me, has gotten ALS - amyotrophic lateral sclerosis.
Today: Mornings at home are nice. I am composting through utter intuition; making an elixir of soil. Holy. Holy. Getting out of my head. Love. Love. Dance. Dance. Before long, the clock reminds me I need to show up at my workplace. From there, things get swirly in a sea of professionalism though, at least, I am not heaved upon. I want to go into the middle of the room and meditate with the kids. I want to pass around a stick or a basket and talk like that. Really, really...I want to talk like that with my mother, my aunt and my cousins. An intention. Universe, Earth...give me the strength to protect Laura 8 when around my aunt and cousins so I can take my sticks and my baskets and my medicine to my mother, Elizabeth. It's funny...Laura 8 got nurtured by nature so I could do what I want to do now. This is stream-of-consciousness. I'm putting it out there and I am not claiming to be an expert on anything except intuition. Trust thyself.
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Japanese = 帰国大人の日記。 I left as an American Girl, became a Woman of the World, and now I'm in California. Not sure what to make of it all. Hence, this blog and its raison d'etre. ©Avalon Dawn. No reproduction of original writing without expressed written permission from the author.
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