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- 12th floor, big river, bridge to another country, freighters up and down the waterway… loons, Canadian geese, terns, gulls, swallows. Fishermen in small boats, staking out their spots along the shorelines.
- Baby telling stories, with lots of squeals, raspberries, and sillyhappywordsounds, sitting in her activity bouncy seat. She looks over to me and smiles every few minutes, making sure I realize how wonderful the day is, too.
- Gregorian Chant radio on Pandora, very pretty.
- Hmmm. Easy to feel relaxed and at ease, and to be able let small judgments float off without holding on to them. Just wait until next PMS, check then. Hormones of the perimenopausal woman. Harumph! I really do think I am learning to tell the difference between what is "mine" and what is way out of my circle of concern.
- I want to be the person that I expect M to be "for" me, regardless of whether or not he is that person. Being anything for me is not his job, and it does me no good to wait for anyone to be something for me. Maybe not said very well, but I know what I mean. My work is mine, and everyone else’s work is theirs.
- It is good to realize that if I let go of trying to control anything outside of me, my normal center is peaceful and full of wonder. I have just been covering that with fears, unaware that what I long for is already there… peace and contentment.