This week has been a very productive one for me. It all started on Sunday, I had a
meeting with some YWD peeps. We have a group of very encouraging & sweet chiquitas
here. I shared some realizations that I had recently with them. Namely, the
realization that much of my happiness, nay, contentment lies in the fact that I love
W— deeply and profoundly causing me to feel very secure and satisfied. While not a
bad thing in and of itself, it is not true happiness and as we know true happiness does
not reside in someone else. It is only found within and is not based on our outward
circumstances i.e. relationships, jobs, money, etc. I have been chanting to be truely
happy. I want to enjoy my life without having a death grip, the knowing that if
something was to change drastically then I would be thrust into the depths of hell.

(Note: At our District Meeting next Monday I have volunteered to do a
presentation/experience about the interconnectedness of all things and as such I have
been chanting and meditating on that topic. Sometimes I understand it so clearly. It
sits in the palm of my mind like water that is perfectly between liquid and solid. I
can grasp it but I have difficulty explaining it. I see that it is not my job or my
lack of creation that causes my unhappiness, but rather something very deep in my
life…this sounds very mumbo jumbo when I read it. I shall strive for more clarity on
this topic later.)

On the way home I stopped at the Mission Hills Nursery. I had never visited it before,
but only seen it as I passed to-and-fro debauchery in Old Town. WOW! What a great
nursery. Reasons to love this place: 1. Variety! At the big box stores you always see
the same exact flowers ad naseum. Here they have so many different kinds I had an
incredible difficult limiting my selections. I think I left with ten different kinds
of plants. 2. Location! Cute and out of the way with a terraced garden that sinks off
into a canyon behind the little nursery that can. 3. The Space! The Sky! It was so
nice to be shopping for plants in actual garden instead of being hemmed in by large
masses of crap that go twenty-four feet into the air.
Here are the results:

Some daisies and lobelia in a pot I painted

Some little purple flowers added to the garden

Decorative Purple Kale. I love how round and purple these leaves are

A strange grass and some varigated sage that i added to the mix

A ceramic bowl, some rocks from collection. About once a week i add water to this & just let it leak/evaporate away

A wider of view of how it all fits together. There’s rosemary, tea rose, lavenedar, sage, lobelia, alyssum & a few more whose latin names or otherwise escape me at the moment

So yes there is that. I do enjoy my gardening and have been somewhat successful in
achieving the aesthetic I hold in my mind.

I have started cooking again, which I seem to do more when I feel good and am taking up
the challenges offered to me by my life. Last week in a fit of juiciness I made brown
rice and zucchini soup. In the past, I have made brown rice that was flavourless,
hard, and generally gross. However, this time it was perfect & it blended so well with
the soup that even Dad liked it. Thas very kewl to me. I have been making dinners &
breakfasts for Wadini and seriously enjoying it although I do not like to cook AND
clean (hint!). Those are tasks that should be shared.

Now I go to Purge. Purge my clipboard in Photoshop, biatches!