5.29.24

V said: "The amount of freedom you give yourself is how much you love yourself." 
So is freedom coming home or leaving it? 

And then, on the beach: L got up to get something from the kayak. But as she got up, without looking back said "hold these two rocks that fit together" and placed the rocks in my hand. It was funny, the rocks did fit together, as if the sun wind and ocean made them for each other. 

How strange. What fits, what doesn't. Why? There's no reason good enough, even if I had to put it into words.