When I close my eyes I dream of being an opposum. Eating dandelions and bones would be a good bread from my usual meals. I thought an opposum's life was simple. I realize it's complex in a good way.
Historians of the palate, if you will, as well as keepers of spongy electrical signals that once held a smile.
My own palate could learn a lot from opposums and their taste. If something doesn't kill, it can be eaten. There's no bad taste, only different worldviews. In a way, opposums are as Human as I am.
Question: What have you birthed this spring? What have you given to the world?
I have opened a little arcade store where all opposums are welcome!Arcade