Under the laceleaf maple...

Sat there today, right on Mother Earth, shaded and hidden from the rest of the world.
Sat there while my pup played with the toys in and out from under our little hidey-spot. He likes it under there. He has been digging. He also removed the shell and the heart-stone that I had placed to mark where Fiona and Sadie's boxes are buried.
I like the metaphor of that whole thing. I think Fiona and Sadie do, too.

I am a recognizable version of my self today minus energy. Not bad. Not bad a-t'all.
No meds needed (yet). Even danced in the kitchen while doing dishes.

Been wondering what to do with this Gift of a new neck. Remarkable.