My Garden as a metaphor for myself

I finally went out to tend to my garden today.  Man it is looking raggedy.  Not a chance that you will see photos of its current state.  I sat in that garden and realized that we were soul brothers; raggedy yet insanely strong, holding on after weeks, no months of barely any care and water.  I loved those plants today trimming them, watering them and just communing with them.  We will rise from the ashes and become reborn.

Today I felt like shit, hence the foray into the garden.  Nothing better to get out of your own head than to focus on the care and feeding of something else.  That was the most productive thing I could do today.

Where was Elise in all of this, you know she still haunts the place.  Anyway we had a weird email conversation starting with her sending me the letter that she is gong to send to Helen and Sarah.  She was receptive to my request that she also take the initiative to contact Helen.  We discussed our mutual pain when we communicate right now.  God breakups suck.  Still wish you would pick up the phone and just talk to me for 30 minutes my dear Elise.  I wish I could giggle at you under your 500 blankets and silly hats.  Thats what I loved.  Not the incredible body, the kind soul, the twisted humor, no it was those damn hats.  Still wishing you the best my love.