Reading harold_maude's journal

Well, after a very long road full of all kinds of stuff, I am back here again.
Lessons have a way of happening inspite of us.
We moved out of the farm almost 2 years ago. We haven't had the net since then so this has just waited here. And I'm glad to see that this site is still running. That's something amazing in a world where the latest thing can't keep up long enough to stay alive as it were.
The fact that this site is still here is a testament to what it is to thoes who make it a part of lives.

Anyway, about the farm, that was where all this left off I think, not sure though, I'm going to have to go back and re-read over what was written.
We left after things got so bad that there was no other choice.
After we left we got word from another person who also left that things really got bad. The person who was causing all the problems for me, started in on the next person until they had enough and left as well.
It came to a head with the only person left kicking the problem child as it were out the door.
This individal passed away last year. He didn't pass away from
M.S., but rather all his obsessive anxiety about wanting to control everything and everyone finally culminated in a very large stroke.
When I was told, the person expected me to be happy about his death, but rather I was only happy that no one else would ever be subject of his insanity ever again.
Then just a few weeks ago, one of the people who lived there when I was there passed away after a relativly short bout with liver cancer.
I was sad to hear the news, but the knowledge that he is no longer suffering helps.

Winter here is almost done. Me and all the other people in this city are happy at the thought of spring comming and the changes that it will bring.
I'm still emersed in art. Doing sculptures now. Even something so deep inside me is subject to change.
I hope all of you out there are doing well, and that life has been kind over the past few years to you and yours.
Again, I am happy to see this place still here.
May your day be filled with things that amaze you and remind you
that you are made of star stuff.

It only looks that way because your standing on your head.