“If you were all alone in the universe with no one to talk to, no one with which to share the beauty of the stars, to laugh with, to touch, what would be your purpose in life? It is other life, it is love, which gives your life meaning. This is harmony. We must discover the joy of each other, the joy of challenge, the joy of growth.”
— Mitsugi Saotome
hippie happy place
it's a funny thing, but when ya write about yer meltdown, it kind of minimises it. perhaps the very act of writing it sort of takes its power away? late afternoon today, woozie asked me to braid her hair up. i used to do it all the time when she were a' wee girlie. but wee girlies grow up and mostly do their own hair. 'cept for tonight.
so we went to our happy place, in front of a movie or twosie, and braided and braided and watched and chatted and braided and snuggled and watched and braided. and we nipped outside for a photo or twenty three.
making people happy always makes me happy. and making stuff is such wonderful therapy, dontcha think? (i'm still not taking up knitting, though.) it's impossible to capture her vibrancy in two dimensions, especially in the fading light. but i think, especially tonight, at sunset, with her hair newly braided, that she is the most beautiful woozie in the world.
and i think that everything is gonna be alright. and maybe even very, very happy. especially if i make stuff. so i have plans hatching for *FREEFALL FEBRUARY* - The One Hot Month (bwahaha, guess the movie half-line) When Katie Makes Eleventy Billion Stuffs So She Doesn't Go Crazy At Home All On Her Onesies...