how could i have known that i would dream of you night after night?
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
he did not choose her
she turned away
the impending night kisses everything in a violent rush
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.
I will be taking some time away from the blog. Be well and safe!
buttercups in the grass
dreams in a thunderstorm
shells in a bowl
gratitude in a breath
it was grey and rainy,
the fog clinging to our wet coats,
but we laughed over breakfast–
later collecting rose buds,
maiden hair ferns
and a wooden mushroom