Tactile sensation has never meant so much. I have skimmed my hands over the walls in this house so often, I now know them better than my own body.

And really isn’t that appropriate? Shouldn’t you *know* the home where you house your body which in turn houses your soul?

More paint fumes?

I’m not sure. Could be.

This week FreeWill has this to say for me …I like the way this guy thinks. 

You could grow moonflowers in a toxic waste dump, Libra. You could lift the spirits of a child who has been raised in grievous poverty. That’s how much regenerative power you possess right now. You might even be able to locate underground water in a desert, or resurrect a dead dream, or alleviate half of your deepest suffering. I’m not absolutely sure you could transform lead into gold, but I do know that now is one of your best chances ever to pull it off.