withdrawal

So I've counted 8 little bruises on my legs. I don't know how I got them, but I treasure them.

My right eye was terribly swollen Sunday morning. It's gone down a little. I guess it's just from having such sensitive skin--- when my skin gets dry it reacts like this.

I laughed today and realized it was the first time all day I had laughed, thinking that in Miss. by that time I would have been more like the 10th time.

I've caught myself twice saying "uf golly." I'm still not sure I use it correctly. But considering Dave made it up, it may not matter if I use it correctly.

Basically, I'm ready jump in a car and head back to Camp Coast Care right now!!

I don't want to be one of those people who says their feelings would best be described in a poem. BUT there is this poem by ee cummings. To me it's a poem about how our lives are linked and connected with the people we meet.
I will always carry these people in my heart-- Regina, Ian, David, our All Saints' team, Minn. team, and old man John.

i carry your heart with me


i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

ee cummings