“Trees are the kindest things I know,
They do no harm, they simply grow
And spread a shade for sleepy cows,
And gather birds among their bows.

They give us fruit in leaves above,
And wood to make our houses of,
And leaves to burn on Halloween
And in the Spring new buds of green.

They are first when day’s begun
To tough the beams of morning sun,
They are the last to hold the light
When evening changes into night.

And when a moon floats on the sky
They hum a drowsy lullaby
Of sleepy children long ago…
Trees are the kindest things I know.
Harry Behn
Fall. Strange how this time for sure I feel the need to shed my leaves. I shed the open lifestyle that I still want, deleting all the accounts I have that promote dating. To slowly go into dormant. Going on Facebook to the oldest beginning date that still exist on my profile, save any pictures and videos I have of my children to my external WD drive then deleting the original off the profile. Winter is coming, birthdays and Christmas used to be the best time of the year for me. I don’t think that will be the case this year, this time I’ll spend my days working on me, drowning in myself in thoughts, dreams, working on a book to publish come spring. In the meantime I need something to do to help with my anxiety, depression, and loneliness. I decided to create a journal to muse and work on writing letters to my family members to build the connection I want to have.
Sincerely,
Astra Z