soul health. and. me.

restless sleep lends itself to craziness.

and. so.

today i write purely to empty myself out.

i am writing to rid my brain of the crazies.

i write because. well. maybe some of *you*

have felt this way

and you can say

"yes....yes....i have felt that way."

so.

today i am on a mission.

being raised a *catholic*

i still can't shake some of the rituals.

and. so.

feeling a heavy heart betrayal

i grab the bottle of *holy water*

that i received at the *mass of repose*

held for my mother

when she died in july.

the water therein doesn't mean as much to me

as the holy water in eska creek.

and. so.

maybe it's a bit sacrilegious

to empty out catholic holy water.

but.

it means nothing to me.

nothing like this blessed water that flows from my mountains

and empties into eska creek

just up the road from where i live.

so.

the catholic holy water was added to eska creek water.

and.

now.

in my little bottle

label'd

*holy water*

is the holy water of eska creek.

down the hill.

homeward.

i am grateful

for the followers 

of this humble little blog.

i am grateful

you allow me to *share*....

i give you my smile.

om shanti.

namaste.

see you later alligator.