Dear Friends,
I am a dreamer. I always have been. I’m much like my father in that regard. My mother is more of the hard realist. For some reason I attribute that to her more Germanic heritage, when more than likely, it’s just her. meh. lol. However, I am still a dreamer. I’m going to dream a little bit this morning. Just dream.
This morning I’ve been doing a bit of research to get an idea of what i’m going to write my paper for my urban sociology class on. I am obsessed with urban agriculture. I dream of living in a city and teaching those who have had a shit life handed to them how to grow vegetables. There is something amazing and redeeming about growing your own food. Something cleansing and purifying about getting into the dirt and smelling it’s deep richness. I don’t know of any time I have felt closer to my creator than when I have planted a seed and cared for it hidden beneath the soil and weeks later it pops out of the ground, and months later, I reap the harvest. To provide others with the ability to do that would be amazing. I do not desire to be rich. I know I won’t ever be wealthy by this worlds standards. I don’t know if I could be happy if I had money. I want to be “poor.” To see those in need around me and give them what they need to make it day by day. To go without so those around me may continue on. I desire to live a simple life. Sometimes I get frustrated being in college because I am surrounded by such a complex world. A world of technology and just suc ha fast pace. So often I just want to go back to the farm and slowwww baaackkkkk dowwwwnnnn. I like to keep things at a slow pace. I like to be able to think.
Well, dear ones, I need to leave the coffee shop and head home so I can walk to chemistry. blah.
May you have a blessed day. 
Angela Pickle.
