My great-grandmother.   She lived down the street at some point and I visited her regularly on my own.   I have memories of going to the door but none of the actual visits.  What attracted my five year old self to her enough that I would go to her instead of my friends and why can't I remember what she was like?  A lot of my traits both physical and emotional can be traced to her son, my grandfather, but I assume they came through him from her.  I wish I remembered.

The belief that I must take care of others before I care for myself.
The delusion that everything will be perfect if I just...  whatever.
The idea that I have to be different than I am right now.

I eat my peas with honey.
I've done it all my life.
It makes them taste real funny,
But it keeps them on my knife.

The only poem I know by heart.

That I don't have to do anything, just be.  I'm working in it.

Start with gratitude and appreciation.  Love will follow.  Once you truly love her, your decisions and actions will be tempered by what is best for her. 

Lately, the past.  I try to stay in the moment but right now, I'm putting the past to rest, seeing events with humor and joy rather than anger and shame.  It's been fun.  I'm making peace with some ghosts and finding new appreciation for my choices.  I won't make those choices again but it certainly hasn't been boring.

Facts are what happens.  Truth is what's really happening.

I don't know what it is that makes a place feel like home but I do know it is missing where  I am .  I have only lived here a short time and it 's a temporary situation. I'm with people I love but don't feel connected to this place.  
 In the past, I've felt more connected when I have worked to make it different.  Put order to my possessions, cleaned, repaired something.  Energy put in resulting in belonging. 
When I had decided to leave my former home, I stopped doing all of that, stopped cleaning, making order.  It made it easier to leave.  Many of my possessions are still being stored there.  When I go back to get something, it no longer feels like my place and didn't for a while before I left.  It 's just the building that covers some of my stuff.   
Being in transition is okay for the short term but I am ready for something more permanent.

That is difficult to say.  Lately, they happen so often that it is just part of my life.  I acknowledge and appreciate them and they are proof that I'm on my path, but it's like asking me when the last time I laughed.  It happens a lot, but I couldn't tell you when the last experience was. 
One big one that comes to mind is last year when I told my then-husband that if unexpected money came in, I wanted to go on a Solstice trip to the Yucatan.  I had been thinking about it for a while but had not mentioned to him.  The next morning we recieved an unexpected check that covered the cost of the trip and had enough left over to pay some bills.  It was a life changing trip.  A few of the photos are on my profile. 
I am incredibly grateful that the universe provides me with constant proof that I am loved, appreciated, and protected. 

It was someone I passed by metaphorically.  I tried to intiate a dialogue but abandoned it before it really got started.  I ignored his response to me out of fear and I regret it now.  It's probably nothing to him but my cowardice bothers me.  I'm hoping to make up for it soon.