Roots feeling in the soil.

“If I could, honey I’d give you my world.” Fleetwood Mac is the soundtrack to this moment.

I am wearing one of my favorite tops: a “101 Dalmatians” children’s sweatshirt. It has been awhile since I’ve worn it, but whenever I do, I feel a bit more inclined to my silly side. I giggle more when I wear this sweater.

Having just returned from Linfield’s Saturday morning brunch, I am sipping on orange juice (Mama’s cure-all for sickness) and working toward starting my homework. I haven’t yet looked at what might be due on Monday and Tuesday, but I am scared to do so. For the moment, ignorance is bliss. Kelsey is coming to visit me tonight. Oh goodness!

Wisdom reposes in the heart of the discerning and even among fools she lets herself be known.

-Proverbs 14:33

^Inspires:

My wisdom naps during hours

Ashamed; surprise blinds discernment.

Root feeling in the soil

Is timeliness un-checked.

Searching.

Where shall I hide from clocks,

Ticking, tocking,

Mocking mortification, molding

Clay into a heart? Brave heart,

Have a heart!

Envious of socially capable

Got-it-together folk:

Thin, unthinking, trading

Soil for dirt, any day.

Anytime.

-SE