To Be Happy Make Them Happy

Make me wonder wander in your ways and let me see does your heart open and stay open like a sunflower to the sun like the morning glory along my neighbor's fence does your heart open and stay open to all around you and is your love a flowing river to the hearts that reach to yours?

I have started a new journal and it is made of leather and has an embedded green stone and is hand stitched. My therapist asked me "how are you like your journal?" Organic, natural, woven, green eye third eye, empty pages, travels well, thankful to the animal whose skin is the cover, braided, full of possibility.

This past week I experienced moments of exhaustion and crying as well as being on the edge of falling into oblivion and having images flow thru me of knives slashing me and a wonderful groovy feeling as my love sang to me of a woman who is an artist and makes things out of shadow and night and hardship as my body manifested straaaange symptoms that seem completely unrelated even though my homeopathy teacher would love them for what they showed including a locking knee joint and sinus headache and the fruition of cycles.

A lady I work with at the library said "we will have to take you apart and put you back together again." Take me apart then, I am ready. Unlock me and take all my misshapen and separate pieces and put me back together into health. Am I healthy no matter these strange symptoms (Sx) or am I unhealthy? What is health - healing, wholeness. I am in the process of healing, moving from the inner out, from the more essential aspects of life to the lesser, whoever thought healing would be so -- fraught with characters and quests and hardships like some story of old.