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Spring is here, my heart is open, love is possible and why not! Despite the grieving or I should say because of the grieving I am feeling more alive. I am grateful for each of the offering She presents me and will not back away.

Like last night with Antwon; what a fun evening sitting under the stars of the new moon, the moon of Adar of joy and hiddenness, an evening in the city of laughing, talking, sharing and getting to know a new friend. What an inspiration he is for me. Thank you, G!D. My nose twitches and tears arise, there is pain and I do not understand why; a long time coming, breaking the frozen, tightly closed orifices the salted fluid seeps from the ducts and I feel a releasing of old old old dirt, once clogged now freed to be where they need to be; I wish I could call him and let him know, Her, Aunt Gloria, Aunt Norma, someone who is free enough to appreciate this gift I have been given.

Today I leave for a silent retreat having followed my inner direction, even when I feel indulgent; who else will indulge me if I do not; I must learn to walk my talk, if I need to teach 'treat yourself as if you are your own lover' I must practice it myself.

'Stepping Out with My Baby' sings in my ears and I think we are OK, me and my baby. Staying around is such an opportunity to learn to love me so I can be a lover in this world.

Maybe I can do my work of healing the world that will be more than giving blood; the thought I had when I lived in Peabody, 1967, and started donating my blood. I thought that was all I could do. Surprise!!! Surprise!!!