I'm as high as a kite.
What has brought this on I have no idea.
Or maybe a little bit of an idea.
Love. In all its forms.

Is it Buddhists who say that to lose 'self' is the finest thing of all.
Well I've kind of lost my 'self'.
Holding up Mother has taken away most of my self-interest, and that can't be bad. NO longer is my every day all about me, what I wear or eat or who I text. Putting mum up has dismissed life as I knew it.


There's tremendous freedom in being encased in others.
I'm free to lose me.
And that's no bad thing.

This post is all about me ;)
Some things never change...