Thursday, June 24, 2010
i gave her White Tara when i deliberately disrupted her home a couple days ago. i'll tell the truth; my intention was to
scoot her into a jar and take her outside. but it was not to be. she has constructed her diorama perfectly so she can
instantly disappear into that crack.
she has chosen to stay in this particular place. her spiderly intention is no less than mine. i accept her as equal. and
as i write that, i wonder what her sense of it all is?