Wed, January 5, 2011
Massive deaths of birds, fish, crabs—all over the globe. Neon green river???
I asked the tree outside (I connected with my own “energy roots”). I asked what happened with the birds, in Arkansas. The answer was that it was an accident. It was not intended.
Sexual imagery + dad, in dreams last night. I hate those dreams. So awkward and embarrassing. I wish they would stop. I feel like Frodo at the end of his journey—the wound never healed. Will my sexual wounds ever heal?