My Ordinary Life Journal

by Saiisha

Showing posts with label non-nest of non-eggs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label non-nest of non-eggs. Show all posts

Friday, July 12, 2013

Not Just Veggies in my Garden

Some fun things that "grow" in my garden...

A tiny temple? Or a smallish Stonehenge?

A non-Nest of non-Eggs


Hens and Chicks: a family portrait

The Red Roof Inn in a pot
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Saiisha
I AM: short, skinny, brown, simple, a woman, a mother, a daughter, a wife, a sister, love books, nature, naps, unsocial, sometimes kind, mostly self-centered, sometimes hardworking, often lazy, sort of creative, intuitive but don't always use it. I HAVE: a couple of degrees in computer sciences, comfortable clothes, a loving family, a quick temper, a cat, an old Cadillac, lots of flipflops, interests in spiritual stuff, a good memory for words, no clue about sports or music. I WAS born naked into this world, but ever since then, have been piling on possessions and identities until I've become what I am - a tightly woven tapestry of so many threads that I've lost sight of my real self. In this journey of my life, I'm hoping I'll learn to loosen these knots, undo the patterns, and learn to untie and let go of all these strings I've bound myself up with, and become me, so I can simply say I AM, and not feel like I have to complete the sentence.
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