today was a tending to others day.  i am decent at this, much better than self tending. 

i find more tossed journals among my findings.  i always gather them and give them all  a good thumbing through.  my thoughts are that the act of writing/reflection is the fulfil-ment.  self change and re-arrangements of thoughts(would this qualify as growth?)  tend to leave one with new eyes.  and often these new peeps don't like what they once wrote, find it to be of no value, something like that(not to mention embarrassing).  so (sitting pretty in their new mind set) they deem it waste and quickly do the discharge.  In plops me (rescue) and so we meet(Pacman and his chick).  brother do u have to wade around quite a bit of nada, but sometimes there are nuggets(and they can be juicy, let me tell u) to be found.  I like looking under rocks (once i've evicted all the creepy varmits), digging deep under it's dirt, hunting minus gun u might say.  Treasures(at least they are to me) have a way of finding me right when i need them.  (SEE said X and her seeemingly endless twinkle.)  So thank you mr. and  ms. universe.  u light up my way and i couldn't see a damn thing without u.

It's an all scream, and the stars yell "go gators". (not a fan, but a big fan of being a fan.)  whatever moves u, eh?