The more thrilling, wonderful, divine objects I behold in a day, the more expanded and immortal I become.
from The Journal 1837–1861 by Henry David Thoreau
Excerpt
Tag Archives: flowers
Not her
he did not choose her
Away
she turned away
Night
the impending night kisses everything in a violent rush
Lines from a non-existent novel: 2
Indifference can make you feel small, it can render you invisible, as you question the tender essence of yourself and the preservation of what used to be your young and wild spirit.
Time away
I will be taking some time away from the blog. Be well and safe!
Thoughts in a line
buttercups in the grass
dreams in a thunderstorm
shells in a bowl
gratitude in a breath
