What If; Namaste

So I think I feel less creative vibes throughout Summer as evidenced by my lack of posts.  I'm mellow.  I'm chillin'.  I'm FRAPPIN MELTING and just trying to STAY ALIVE in this HEAT and BUGGY MISERY.  Ugh!

Anyway, I move out next Wednesday.  I think about love daily.  Hourly.

As I sit in my bed typing this I am surrounded by 12 boxes of my stuff.  I don't love my stuff!  It's stuff.   Keep reading...

What if the most perfect, honorable, un-judgemental, perfect, karmic-ly even way to love someone is to let them go and let them be?

That's what I want for myself.  That's what I wish for for my loved ones.

Namaste.

Rebellion Target

Thought on the radar lately:
What would I rebel against if I weren't rebelling against marriage?

Second blip:
Why am I rebelling?