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The little prince crossed the desert and met with only one flower.

It was a flower with three petals, a flower of no account at all.

“Good morning,” said the little prince.

“Good morning,” said the flower.

“Where are the men?” the little prince asked, politely. The flower had once seen a caravan passing.

“Men?” she echoed. “I think there are six or seven of them in existence. I saw them, several years ago. But one never knows where to find them. The wind blows them away. They have no roots, and that makes their life very difficult.”

“Goodbye,” said the little prince.

“Goodbye,” said the flower.

-- The Little Prince Chapter 18 by Antoine de Saint-Exupery

The entire perception of my surroundings is out of whack. I keep thinking I'm sitting in front of my laptop at Melissa's in West Newton, then get up and realise, ohhhh... I'm actually in a motel room and have to think hard where exactly and why I'm here, realising it's Springfield Missouri, then for some reason to get to the bathroom I start to walk towards where the bedroom door would be at Morgan's which is where I last stayed in Pittsburgh, even though I JUST realised I was in a motel. I hope this goes away... its a bit freaky... Its been months since I woke up knowing for sure where I was. And every time I wake up -- which is a few times a night -- and realise Thiago isn't right there next to me I get completely sad.

It's a bit like breaking the news every single day to a senile old lady that her husband has passed a long time ago, and she starts crying all over again like it just happened. Except I get to break the news to myself.

Sucks.

Anyway, these are the two pups I've been sitting this week in Missouri - Punkin and Buddy. They are absolute angels, listen to everything I say and keep me snuggled at night. They are feeling blue too, and often wake up wondering what the heck I'm doing there instead of their dad. I'm thinking about doing this pup-sitting gig for a bit longer, but it will take me on the road again for a few months and might make me feel even more senile. Will have to see.

"I would love to kiss you"
"The price of kissing is your life"
Now my loving is running toward my life shouting,
"What a bargain! Let's take it!"

I'm just going to say it. Life's too short to be patient. I know this isn't considered a 'mature' or well-rounded view, but its a human one, and its realistic. Life really is short, and so is my patience. The older I get the less regard I have for this so-called virtue.

Marcia Wieder:

Sometimes there is no evidence that your dream is a good idea.

Sometimes there is no evidence that this is the right time to persue it.

But the question is where are you looking for evidence for whether or not you should believe in your dreams?

The only place to look to decide whether or not you believe in your dream is in your own heart.

And here's the question: Can you believe in something, not because there are promises guarantees or assurances; can you believe in your dream simply because it matters to you? And then demonstrate that you really do believe in it, by setting an intention and putting yourself into right relationship by taking action.