Sometimes…*I* am neglectful of my Master. Shocking, but true. 😀
Vanilla life–I love it…but sometimes it seems as if it stuffs my world, overfilling it like an exploding marshmallow, until only a tiny wee corner of my inner darkness is left. I know it’s there, but it has been tamped so far away that I wonder if it will ever come back. Yet, I’ve been down this road before. Summertime is full of obligations…a yard to maintain, kids to entertain, *STUFF*. Just so. Much. Stuff.
I could sigh about it, which solves nothing.
Instead I try to tug bits and pieces of that darkness, pulling them up through that marshmallow–and one way is making sure I take care of Master. How does one do that when one is somewhat long distance?