A Living Place
Sometimes I go out on the front porch, hang out with the grass and trees and plants, and ground myself. It's soothing to get the reminder that I'm in a living place, where things grow and breathe.
The other day I did this, with Ninja (on a leash) at my side, and then I wandered back into the house. I puttered around a bit in the kitchen and living room, …
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