Sometimes you get the honey, sometimes you get the sting...

My Warrior friend told me in the worst way:
"I've forgotten where I come from...."

Nothing could have hurt more. And I was pissed. Where did he get off....Then this morning I realized, I miss speaking Zulu! Why? When did I stop speaking Lakota, or better my own tounge? Another identity realization. Maybe.
This morning I spent $30 to pay for two memberships, in organizations I felt I deeply needed.

My new goal this summer: To have myself together by August 10th.
Body, Mind...and now, a neglected Spirit.

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In other news...all my favorite men messaged sine someone special. But alas, darlin' I could never be distraught, if only you would keep me in your thoughts.

Have you and my universe in mine.