With the darkness of night crawling over the land, the day brought me alot of joy knowing what was completed. At night my mind come plauged by the next days jobs. I was alble to get the dishes and such done. The camp is nice and toasty, lastly i have to make the bed then I know the day has been good to me. Rubbing my good eye (left eye is messed up in diffrent ways after brain operation) I know is the greatest indicator that my day did come with great physical exurtion. If that is spelled right. Coffee passes my lips for the last time and my daily dose of podcast I listen to, they give me a sence of human connection. In a non -intamate way. I use this to show my heart and soul, to be true and raw, so I can feel like I have a sence of intamcy of the mind. Sounds odd but thats how I can discribe it. Physical connections are hard for me, not a fan of being touched either. It brings me discomfort at most in my past who held me close broke me in ways still not healed. For that i wish not to burdon another with my being. To know that this scrip of life is looked upon by others. More then enough for me to feel like i am giving the gift of knowlage to someone. Wisdom is what is gained when I try to do something and learned how to do such thing better.

I do find the night weighing heavy and must find some rest, take care and whishing you well.

Your Friendly Ginger From The Woods