attend to life

Each minute doesn't have to count but it has to matter Each waking eye Each phase of the moon Each dawn and rain it's bound to come again but never with just the same flourish or shape or pattern. It doesn't have to count but it must be acknowledged Each hair brushed just so, each … Continue reading attend to life

good things

I have been inexplicably crabby this week. I'm tired - of what I don't know. Just unhappy, feeling stuck, getting down on myself for not having better hair, reading better literature, making better food, taking more photos, etc. During weeks like these, I especially need to recall the good things. I got another raise at … Continue reading good things