Moving On

I am working so hard to get my apartment and things ready to move.  A great dent was made today.  I feel like the stress has made it more difficult to be creative and write.  I have found great artistic treasures I have created, and things I thought were long gone.  I found my Celtic knot wall hanging sheet that is purple and black.  I bought it in Muncie, on the main street at a "blown glass" shop.  It was cool in there.  Mike Pence's office was about a third of a block down on the other side of the street.  Now THAT is comedy.  There may not be much to say, but I feel that connections are being made, and people are not going to have the thinking patterns and ways of problem solving that has left news stations with people screaming at each other.  It is like the dark clouds in the sky being burdened with moisture, but not quite dropping the wisdom of the rain.  Some Oahu's have been here for two days in a row.  Now THAT is not a coincidence.  I am weeding out the hostility in the sunbeams and the raging in the night.  Cat's howl silently, and my muskrat friend comes to see me in the early evening at my bus stop.  He sends to me that he will miss me when I go.  I told him that I would miss him too.  I told him that he will now dream and it will find mementos of me in its visions.  It's okay to just eat a meal with my mother and give up my woes for a moment or two.