While I was in the Studio Barn taking photos of Maria’s pin cushion, my dogs waited for me on the path. They help me
live my life.

    Still wrestling with sleep. Making progress. The fear comes up at night sometimes, and it is an old thing, and an evil thing, and I am letting it work its way through my system like the poison it is. I just let it come up, and it is coming up. A long, ugly battle I am determined to win. I will get there. No medication, no meditation, no books or guides or visualization, no energy work. Just me and it, getting closer.