“Might I,” quavered Mary, “might I have a bit of earth?”...“Earth!” he repeated. “What do you mean?”“To plant seeds in–to make things grow–to see them come alive,” Mary faltered. He gazed at her a moment and then passed his hand quickly over his eyes...“A bit of earth,” he said to himself, and Mary thought that somehow she must have reminded him of something. When he stopped and spoke to her his dark eyes looked almost soft and kind. “You can have as much earth as you want,” he said. “You remind me of some one else who loved the earth and things that grow. When you see a bit of earth you want," with something like a smile, “take it, child, and make it come alive.” “May I take it from anywhere–if it’s not wanted?”

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

My bit of earth

So, in my extreme cravings for a place to vent anonymously, I have succumbed to blogging. I am nervous of the backlash it may create, but I feel I have no choice. I mean, after all, I am trying to protect my sanity here. I keep convincing myself that someone out there needs to read what I have to say....that I have a responsibility to society as a whole to share my life. But really, this is for me. Sorry, just keepin' it real.

So...here goes!

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