Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

got to get out more
before I grow
roots on my butt

I just finished a journal entry bemoaning my foster companion's tendency to redefine "walk" as "stand in the same spot smelling the same leaf" - only instead of my butt, the roots were growing from the soles of my shoes. Great minds... (My hair had also grown another centimeter, and I'd shed a full layer of skin cells.)

happy to nest these days
traveled the US,a bit of Europe
after hospitals the nest feels amazing

im rooted you might say
rooty toot tootie
days of the wind in my hair

wont move my patootie

Ya all good