i ask for grace several times a day. my mind gets flooded and taunted with memory. everything and nothing is familiar. all i know is that i must keep open, positive. creating what i want. next. i need to paint, but i have stopped for a while now. just keep making sketches. have to make my wonderland, but i am not sure of the terrain. mapping it out. putting myself in the new. heart pulls back. just step outside and love the day, should that be so easy. i sit outside the box.