Fence jumping seems to come naturally to me.
Maybe it is because other people build the darn things and as far as I can see they are always in inconceivably bad places.
Built between a rock and a hard place most of the time, they separate me from those things I feel deeply about, but am not supposed to even know about!
How can a woman live all these years and not know these things? How can a heart exist all these years and not care about these things?
This is my life! It is not some parable with symbolic people representing good and evil. It is about real people with real feelings and real needs and real hungers.
I cannot stand by and watch someone going hungry if I have anything at all to share. I am confident that when the universe leaves me wanting, a helping hand will be somewhere nearby too, but if it isn't I won't worry.
Life is a transitory process and this moment won't last forever.
And so, if I see some grapes hidden behind the bushes on your side, rest assured that you may look up one day and see me standing there with a purple grin, but know also that I invite you over to my side too. After all, what are a few grapes between friends?
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