Spring in my heart

I've had very vivid dreams last nigh, I washed it away with the morning cold shower. The colder the weather is, the better these showers get. I feel rejuvenated, though this feeling will dwindle with the passing of the hours as my mind gets the best of me while sitting by myself working my hands away. I tried listening to audio books - like I used to in the olden days. It didn't work. I can't listen to just about any sounds or music, yet I can't seem to find the right type for this phase, the general mood, the day, or moment. I'm a master at survival. Living however, that's not my field of expertise. 

Yas visited me this past Sunday, I haven't seen her in a full week by then. She brought me 5 dandelians that she picked on the road, 4 dried figs, and 2 avocados. It was cute, she's full of cute gestures, pure and loving, like her essence. It's hard to come to terms with life as it is now, life that happened to us, life that we created, and life we're unsure what to make of it. Still I rise in the morning, I send thanks for all the blessings, those we see and those we're unable to see, and I go to bed with prayers of thanks, and of more strength and courage to handle whatever life or we bring to ourselves, knowingly or unknowingly. I also pray for the light to win over the darkness, yes these are quite the vague words, and quite cliche, but boy are things getting serious! Apparently, we must have someway or another, chosen this path knowingly, from a spiritual level. I can't help but to think, what the fucking fuck! Still... we push on. Sun comes up, we get up, and life goes on, until it doesn't anymore. 

I've been busy creating little pieces of metal jewelry, working mostly with brass and copper, giving my achy heart solace, and a break.