it’s been a full week. a full year. a full fullness.

I am not complaining just observing

the flowers

the bees

my own energy

I use this little blog as a tether to the world

a way to show up in my own small way

to shout into the heavens and the earth

that it matters



the smallness

the things that feel so endless and unrelenting

and those fleeting moments

it’s all the form

it’s all part of the meaning

opening like a new bloom

I am paying attention

that is freedom, too.