Turn, Turn

Today I've got that Quaker song in my head, "Tis the gift to be simple, tis the gift to be free, tis the gift to come down where you ought to be..." I am not quite where I ought to be. I need to be someplace where I'm not judged all the time - or at least, if I am being judged, then judged on something reasonable and considered to be doing well. I have fantasies of being somewhere where nothing is expected of me - like, just walking through a field of flowers. Doing such a fantastic job of being in that field. Or, feeding my guinea pigs, and their squeaks of approval are all that matters.