July 21, 2010


I think of myself as a very sensitive person. I’m sensitive to people, places…bees.
I watch for signs of disturbance. 

I am aware that I could be making it all up, that my sensitivity is most likely not connected to the world outside my own head. I’m not really picking up on someone’s feelings, just reacting to my own.
I can’t help it, there’s no place else to go. My head is the only place I can be.

Yesterday, when I looked out in the yard and realized Tearful had taken down a fence two days ago,and that I had walked by it several times and not noticed it was gone, my little world shifted.

It doesn’t take much.


I'm listening

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