Pat Green, if you could see me now.

Three days left. 

I had to give Dewey away to his foster-mom yesterday, so now I hold on to memories of Jocelyn, Kristina, my mom, Mimi, Christina, and Sylvia. I relax and let myself drift to dreams, their love suspending me. 

Sylvia, whose compassion and comfort makes her the kind of caregiver I could only hope to be. [Even though most people don't get to see this side. :)] 

Christina, whose constant search for internal love and beauty can inspire even the strongest critic.

Jocelyn, whose raw power and sensuality gives her direction, passion, and self confidence thick enough to build up any friend or destroy any foe.

Kristina, whose dependability and support creates a community wherever it goes. Being with her is being simultaneously safe and happy and charged and free of judgement. 

My mom, whose energy and aura draw in people all around her. Its amazing that her empathy and support matches the strength of this energy. I hope both of us can learn to turn that strength inward. 

Mimi, the most beautiful woman in the world. If I could possess even an ounce of her selflessness, of her raw beauty, I would be full.