a crash landing at the end of the month + sleeping through days filled with sunshine + craving only soup and strawberries +++ thanks for your company during this 31-day project. i’m glad of your company here.
a crash landing at the end of the month + seven days in the confines of my bedroom, doing battle with infections and the cumulative weight of the past 12 months + sleeping hours demanding nothing of me except surrender.
Tired of explaining that ‘I don’t have the time’ doesn’t mean ‘literally every second of my schedule is accounted for’, but rather ‘I’m giving as much of myself as I’m currently able to give’. – @KylePlantEmoji (& the thread!) today the hum of a hundred voices, the cacophony of construction. today the weak-willed sun, the […]
today we are scattered around the property like dice – each one landing where they feel like they’ve come into their own fortune. in the morning, i set the stage for what comes later… the day sacrificed to the night, the fire lit and smelling of sage. the dead become the fuel that breathes life […]
a could-do list for november: continue showing up here every day — either in the same way i have been this month, or in some other form make a photo zine of island photographs attend a 5-rhythms dance class plan a trip to visit our friends who also live on an island (on the other […]