secret indulgences

on days like these, i remind myself of the wonderful people who surround me. people i call best friends. i owe them my survival. i can't imagine them musing over which funeral song to choose [the jackson five "ABC" please]. 

and so, i continue to work in a steadfast way occasionally flitting like a butterfly entertaining egg-laying on a large juicy kale leaf [if only there were some uneaten ones left]. 

the demons squashed beneath the weight of the list of incredible things to do, stories to experience & share.