AS A CHILD I DIDN'T CARE FOR SWEETS. I THINK I CONNECTED SUGAR WITH FEELING BAD. MY RA. KIDS ARE MORE IN TOUCH WITH THEIR BODIES. THEY MAY NOT HAVE THE WORDS TO EXPRESS THEIR FEELINGS. I THINK THEY'RE MORE IN TUNE WITH THE UNIVERSE. I CAN REMEMBER WARNING MY MOM AND HER ASKING FOR EXPLANATIONS I COULDN'T DESCRIBE.
WHAT HAPPENS TRYING TO FIT IN. CONFORMING TO A WORLD THAT DOESN'T WANT NEW. WARPING,TWISTING, ONESELF STRUGGLING TO RESTRICT AND MAINTAIN THE STATUS QUO.
AND IT'S GETTING WORSE. KIDS ARE SCHEDULED AND REGIMENTED WITH NO TIME TO JUST BE. NO TIME TO BE A KID.
I AWOKE RE: DREAM OF JET BUTTERFLIES IN BUBBLE WRAP ENVELOPE HATCHED FROM COCOONS. RESCUED FROM THRIFT STORE. I HAVE HUMMINGBIRD NECTAR.
KIDS AREN'T ALLOWED TO BE KIDS. THEY HAVE TO BE LITTLE ADULTS.
NOON- I'M HOME READING LAST HUNT. PG 292 TRANSFORMATION FROM GIRL TO UNICORN. THIS IS WHAT I'M EXPERIENCING. PAIN OF NEWNESS AND DELIGHT OF MIRACLES.
I EXERCISED, DROVE AROUND SUNNYVALE TO THE POST OFFICE TO MAIL BILLS. IT'S ALL RECONSTRUCTED. AND IN MY OPINION UGLY. HUGE BUILDINGS AND PARKING LOTS. I CALLED T TO WISH HIM HAPPY LABOR DAY. HE'S WORKING.
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