Dear, sweet, Littlefoot, do you remember the way to the Great Valley? I guess so. But why do I have to know if you’re going to be with me? I’ll be with you. Even if you can’t see me. What do you mean I can’t see you? I can always see you.
My sister compared me to Astarion again last night on the phone and I said “dude I’m gonna fight you if you don’t stop” and they said “no you’re not. You’re going to post about it on your little blog to cope.”
When I meditate, I usually picture myself laying in a stream where the water ends up being carried out into the ocean nearby. Whenever a thought/picture/memory pops up, it somehow materializes and flows into the ocean.