Over the past few years I've realized I spend a lot of time alone. It's not because I have two heads, three teeth and multiple ******* but more so due to the fact that in learning to be alone I am learning to love myself.  All of those small intricate things that make myself unique (as we all are) or even quirky have re-entered my life and it's been fun.

Just getting back to the simple things.  The moments.  Not living in the past with hate, disappointment, anger, longing, sorrow or grief.  Not living in the future with a racing heart and always running towards something that is never guaranteed.  This moment right here...this one is where I'm at.  Living. loving and being in a world where chaos is the 666 trying to bring us all down.  

So today while unpacking one of my boxes I found an old native american blanket of my great grandfathers.  I never use it because it was special.  What the hell?  I took it, packed my wicker basket that I  got from goodwill for three bucks...filled it with a beer and pickles...yep that's how I roll.

I drove out to the highest point of Lake Michigan...(good place to dump bodies I hear) and toasted me.  Toasted my visual heaven that day.  The space between where dreams become real and I feel the love wash over me.  Despite all the haters on this site...I love it here.  Because each of us are unique, quirky, self absorbed and ******* at something.  Love?  well that's one tickle or stroke away so whatever.  I just hide behind my two heads, three teeth and multiple *******... love gone safe.  

So yes.  The beer was opened and tasted like the earthen barley and hops while I toasted the moment...the breath, the blue sky and you~

All on my Great Grandfathers special blanket...we survived.