littleworries

Those things are often far away.  Not beyond me, but elsewhere even when I am among them.  Money is a difficult one.  I am mostly incapable with it, and am never entirely sure how much I should have or give, or indeed why it seems to weigh so much when it does and so little when it does that also. 

I know that it is vital to leave the bed and the bath and find the outside.  I drift a little in the wind and so it is important to be bound, to be tied to something or someone who has some redness about them.  I am likely to take your hand in a crowd or across the road or up the hill. Or at least thumb your elbowbones and your tummyparts, just to make sure you are there, all pink and thinking, and that we are ok.