Ever changing space for topics I feel. Weaving, alternative education, my awesome kids, spinning wool, self love, tarot... Everything.
My life here, in this school bus, with J. is maddening. I feel so out of place when I'm off the bus doing anything. How can people go about life as if there were nothing wrong? Why am I so alone? Why are there 6 billion people on this earth and not a single one finds me interesting. How can you tell how many people have visited the site? If there's any one out there...