most mornings.
I like to–
to the watch the trees dance. their lives outside my window.
sometimes-
I go out and breathe them in. let the wind cup my face like a long lost lover.
this morning-
I woke up singing a song that I have forgotten the words to…but know the melody by heart. it’s in my head and won’t let go as I sweep the floor.
right now-
talking under my breath.forgetting to put the coffee filter in the pot. the *light knocking on the window.
*the irony of all the paper is not lost on me but they all went to a good home. maybe one day I will write something called in defense of paper or not…
I have the same tangle of thoughts on paper, too….trees are wildly beloved to me, and yet I am an unapologetic stationery addict. I love ALL of the papery things. I try to make the best choices…but still, right?The evidence of your arting is pure delight. I like nothing better than the detritus of creation 💕 xoxo
the struggle is real. I am trying to be better but I see amazing possibilities in every peace of paper.lol
Also, I can’t seem to comment on your blog
In this digital age, all use of paper, deserves a “pat on the back.” Way too much clicking going on. Less “scratching of pen on paper,” than used to be, in times before. ‘More’s the pity…🍁🍂✨🍁🍂✨🍁
yay. that is so sweet of you to say.