It was so wonderful to write with you all yesterday at the Community Writing All-Write. I am grateful for your writing and sharing. As always, there was so much love and prayer infused in your words.
I thought I'd miss shopping more than I do. I admit it: I'm a shopping addict, the last of the greater intoxicants that had me under spell for most of my life. It doesn't get me into too much trouble, but it keeps me away from the here and now from time to time, gives me a break from chaos (momentarily). Ha! Spellcheck wrote "Ommentarily." Like it.
The point is I don't feel like shopping at all. Hunting for tp is not a good time, bargain shopping for a good kill. Now that shopping has become more of a sport, I'm bored, exhausted, not playing, edged out of a competition I have no chance at winning.
We try not to talk about it, how low we are getting on supplies. Certainly we don't ask. Occassionally I'm tempted to ask around, call my friends. "So.... you got any? How many rolls you got left? Where'd you find it...?" But there are just some things we don't discuss.
The truth is, humans have always been far more valuable than gold, stories traded, hopeful and mundane, currency of the heart. Sapphire eyes lock six feet apart. Words strung like pearls around the neck for comfort, to remember, to receive, to pass along.
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