Sunday, November 13, 2011

They are trying to slip me some of that gosh darn healing tea.

If I drink it, and it works, I might have to notice the world in general instead of just my crummy feelings, which are local, which I'm used to, and which are mine.

Out there, healed and whole, I could have my moods attacked by spates of beauty that come from God knows where and I don't.