I've decided, that's fucken enough.
I've had it with being responsible and planning life time and time again to hve it fail.
I am going to the bush------y armpits brigade. I'm am going to burn incense (already do), smoke pot and have wonton sex with my husband and wear moontime cotton pads and rinse them in a bucket and pour the fertile water over my vegetables (salad anyone??).
I'm going to celebrate my womanhood, my life, my spirituality and I'm going to get the crystals out and balance my chakras. I'm going to smile and make my own bootleg rum and live off the land and bathe in the river and warm my bare breasts under the sun.
I'm going to let my kids run feral in the fields and chase butterflies and skip and sleep under the stars. I'm going to swim in the river, listen to the trees and rise and fall by the sun.
I'm going to live, laugh, love and be happy (when the red red robin comes bob bob bobbin along).
I'm going to learn tantric sex and dance under the moon and be a witch and make potions and wear flowy skirts and tie dyed indian tops.
Fuck it's going to be great ..... anyone else up for it???