How to become real. This is a question, I often ask myself. Sitting here today and writing this I have to say I was never real. I was never allowed to be in order to survive. Would that be you fellow co-creators?
I have followed the wind that has been the strongest. I'm an actor in this plane of existence. I have many costumes. But down deep just who am I? Oh I know. Kathleen is a hippie who wanted to dance in the forest, the desert, and on the ocean, but had to make a living…Continue
So here I am AGAIN. Trying to start off with some sort of purpose. If this sounds sort of depressing, well I suppose it is. This season, I'm laying it all bear and fessing up that I'm unable to manifast anything worthwhile as long as I'm sick. And sick I have been. I'm mentally ill. There I said it. How do you feel about me saying that?
I've been sick most of my life with depression and I may need medication for the rest of my life. I will endeavor to not to get too "new agey"…Continue