Gosh when I got to 18 my car was my pride and joy. Nothing else offered such freedom. But then, we don't have the public transport system you have in Europe. I'd ride with you to QOTS, that's for sure

Right? I seriously fight against both.

Belief is hard. We know logically that to truly believe in something creates neural pathways - positive or negative - but it's all about constant repetition and really, really working hard at it - which

It's daft as. Try this one. He lives in my town, as does his brother. We often see him swimming or having a coffee on the weekend and have a chat. Nice bloke.

I saw a post from @whatsup being suprised there was still people around. This is why there is people still around. xx

Yeah, I call him 'Ghost Dad' and am quite grateful. This bout of grief knocked me fucking sideways though.

Look at all those beautiful colours! I'm not bothering with capsicum as we'll be away when they're ripening. Believe it or not I still have one that's alive by the north facing brick wall - a mild winter

Laksa is definitely a favourite of ours! It's quite common here in Australia. We do love it! In fact you've made me think of making one this week, maybe with tofu or fresh eggs from the garden - or both!

Less time worrying! More time travelling perhaps.

by some hurt downvoted soul. Oh yes, no one pays attention. They sure have a hard time letting go. That's an exercise in futility if I ever saw one.

Let the sensations move on through, that's the trick..

Nothing really. I love my life. I'd be more relaxed knowing the bills were paid though. And I'd help my son buy a house with a backyard, not an apartment.

Ouch, hope it heals fast

So cool to see the town in which I live from the air (and where you'll find me surfing too).

Ha yes. Also are you familiar with Russel Coight?

A blanket

Definitely. And concentrate a lot on healthy, biodiverse soil..

I am beginning to understand that grief is forever. That both sucks, and is okay, because as you know, maybe you'd forget them if not for those waves of love and grief. 1986. One day, it'll be thirty years

I'm air!! I need earth to quite literally ground me less I float away. Perhaps the ocean does that for me, in a way. Not so much as water, but as a reminder I'm connected to place. Hard to explain. Are

It was super kind. He does like taking friends up I think. I'll never forget him taking Dad up before he died.