The last few days have been a swiveling sea of turmoil for me.

One day I found myself visiting an old college friend only to discover she was high on crack--a thing I wish nothing to do with in the least bit of association. The next I was dragged into her ex-husbands muddled affairs, for which he begged for help then chose not to accept it. Leaving that sceen on the double, I went directly into house hunting and looking at houses with my brother--some of which had price tags topping a million dollars. We had dinner at kitch cafes and in cutle little nooks that were overpriced for their "desirable" locations. From that sceen to another friend's house, to visit and spend the better part of two days hearing out the dramatic ramblings of a traumatized 15 year old girl desperately trying to win arguments with her mother that her step-father has already declared lost to her. Spent an amazing but short evening with my beau...And then back to my own quiet life on my mom's hillside.

In the past week, I've cried about the missing monks, consoled my friend over an old dog dying, rejoiced in the success of three out of four abandoned kittens gaining strength and life, travelled over 1,500 miles in total to various closer destinations, missed seeing my best friend from high school due to her alcoholism-induced new boyfriends' other plans, prayed for the deer dead on the side of the road, laughed to tears about Bush saying "Poor Kids" for an answer as to why he vetoed S-CHIP, did my dad's dishes and worried about him being able to live independently, considered deeply if I am able to live with him, looked up information on how to house and feed llama's in the winter, throughly rehashed the details of a friend's husbands' infidelity via online affair, provided a shoulder for my ex-husband to lean on as his mom suffers through chemo for cancer that may be her death, been hounded by a college buddy to develop a buisness plan that may very well lead to a very profitable business idea he and I came up with, memorized and used flash cards to quiz my son on his tenth grade vocabulary words, argued with my mother about my brother's house buying motivations, learned to make onion soup, and desperately tried to find a way out of the cycle I'm currently caught up in, while trying to decide upon and persue a new career--and home. *heaves a deep sigh*

Wow. That's a lot of unnecessary bullshit I'm adding to my life.

Let's hear three cheers for SIMPLICITY.

Next week it's quiet week. I am going into seclusion for a reason. For lots of reasons. For me, and for the hope of a brighter, more simple, existence. I feel like a tornado that must dissipate. The wreckage I've seen on my way passing through makes me wish I'd stayed in bed. The wreckage has given me an aching in my head.

Anyone know of a commune looking for someone who just wants to grow some vegetables, make some soap, take some beautiful pictures, sing campfire songs like kumbaya, and have a simple life that excludes the whole rest of the world and all of it's goings on? Hit me up!