Life is strange.

Wonderful, especially when it’s peaceful, and strange.

Or is it that I’m strange?…no, and I definitely considered it, it’s just that the way some things in life work, including me, are strange.

Perhaps it’s only when we first notice things that they seem strange though. If I read enough books, studied and watched life perhaps gradually fewer and fewer things would seem strange…but then, wouldn’t that be a bit strange?

OK, I’m not stoned, but I do seem to be having difficulty being fully present today, with a slightly uneasy sensation that it may not be such a good thing.

I’m off to either clean/eat or meditate.

Big kiss…I could do with a hug actually…so Big Hugs to you too.