Wild, Calm, Woman

I laugh.  I can now, and I could not too long after.  My thoughts are still a bit scattered and uneven and rampant.  But I feel free and happy.

I discovered some more things he had done, but, I let the anger pass through and out of me.

My mother has been dead, not breathing, still, lifeless, decomposing, for the past, almost seven years.  I recall her death as if it just happened.  The gaping maw is still there that can never be filled.

I leave for Eleuthera on Friday.  I am pushing forward with a plan that I have no idea what is going to happen.  I just now that I need to follow through, because we never know what may happen to work in our favour. My only son, the only male I have given birth to, is entering high school and I need him somewhere where the environment is conducive to bringing out his best.  Away from the materialistic distractions, that exist despite my filtering, fighting and goals.

Ugh...signing off...