I love writing the way I love breathing.
AI is great and all, but it will never replace a true stream of consciousness.
Maybe it dulls that for some people.
And I feel sorry for them.
I envision a life that feels just like this little spot.
In this moment, this is that spot.
And this is how calm my life is.
A little sweater weather in the morning.
A little sunbathing mid-day.
Laughter in the garden.
Going to the market and seeing familiar faces—
the butcher, the florist,
the local farmers loading and unloading.
Making a meal for my family in the cool stone kitchen,
only to go sit outside again, near the garden.
To lie there with four children and a loving husband,
feeling the warmth of their skin on mine.
We radiate love.
Unconditional, boundless love.
Feeling so fulfilled that the past made it all worth it.
To hear my child’s voice.
To hear my family’s laughter.
To go sit in the garden and become the crazy garden woman,
thanking the plants endlessly.
I will cry, and cry, and cry—tears of joy.
So many tears,
they will water the plants too.
Scandalous Lifestyle, Revised 