I don't know why I do it. I do, but I don't. It actually even begins to embarrass me when I walk around carrying a twenty foot whale across my back or for years I carried around the pond. Not one season could stop me from it, not the fog, not the winter or the frozen limbs. My fingers hurt, but I can't lay it down until I know everything I want to know from it. As if it's my spiritual adviser of sorts.
It's not the pretty sight one expects from such a sweet girl as myself.
They prefer much more beautiful and variety.
But, I'm not a crowd pleaser, cause I like too too much to please myself.
I really do. Sigh. My burdens. la la la.
LOL, you're a digger upper with your bones.
Maybe that's why you are o.k. if I'm a bit obsessive at times.
You did find your Indians.
You find your bones, the carcass, the rock and roll of the forest moan
and your prayer.
Thank you for not leaving me,
when I'm at my worsted.
My most important adventure is that of mine soul.
That first and I can't drop it off anywhere. I gotta take it along to travel.
`Do you know, I was so angry, Kitty,' Alice went on...`when I saw all the mischief you had been doing, I was very nearly opening the window, and putting you out into the snow! And you'd have deserved it, you
little mischievous darling!
~Lewis Carroll
