prayers

the boy in this article, ke'andre frazier, has been on my mind a lot lately. i can't imagine that an act like that is anything but a cry for help. i'm not really sure what to do when i hear stories like this. maybe, if you have a spare moment today, you could say a prayer for him, send him loving energy or thoughts, or whatever you are comfortable with. it doesn't feel like much, but i'm trying to remind myself that it is.

home

home home home. yes i am. and let me tell you, home is a strange place. and what is even stranger, is that home can feel strange. could anyone follow that?
day by day, though, it's beginning to feel less and less "wrong" to be here, and more and more just a temporary niche, of which i can make what i want. and i hope to make something unique of it.
today my mom and i spent the day at the farm with my grandparents. we did many good things- pulled weeds in the garden, sat in the sunshine, ate delicious food, conversed about current affairs, books and memories and let ourselves be mesmerized by the bright green of the ground and the soft blue of the sky (or maybe that last part was just me...). so good to be in that place, with those people.
tonight i am tired, very tired. and i was going to get so much done tonight...
and oh yes, before i go- for those who have patiently been awaiting the chronicles of mine and leah's journey home....well, stories are coming soon.
good night moon.