i will be around; i am doing my best to fill these days with beauty and nature and the voices of people i love. i am trying to manage my money, am resisting buying things i love for the sake of having some semblance of "savings," and am interviewing for two jobs next week. my camera is with me wherever i go and i am taking pictures of sunsets ( Read more... )

the car is all packed, the room empty and locked so now even i am an intruder. i have never felt a year go by so quickly and i'm grateful for fresh starts and the serenity summer brings, but there are things and people i don't want to leave behind; not even a little bit. i was planning to drive home today, but was easily convinced to stay at least ( Read more... )

i know it's silly...and i don't mean to be morbid, but i was thinking of gramma and i remembered this poem i wrote the week she died (one of the few rhyming poems i've dared to write - i'm generally not a big fan). it's a tribute and i loved her so much, so i thought i'd post. i always kind of hoped my mom or someone would put a melody to the words ( Read more... )

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there's a beautiful spiderweb outside my window and i think about how the spider probably has no idea what she is creating as she weaves her fluid-like strands around and across. to her, this is necessary, a way to catch her next meal; to me, a gift, to look out and see something so intricate, yet strong ( Read more... )