Peppermint Alley Presses ready to be folded (there is always a copy for YOU if you send in your address) but first: coffee + biscottiAny guesses where I collected sand from?
time is a funny thing. what seems closefrom three sleeps agoand don't even try looking back further and nowthese two back in Philly with dried cherriesblanketsbikesand rocksit seems further away than it was last weekthan it will in a few more weeksmaybe geography is stranger still
Early morning hours that are quiet and chilly, great for tea and writing it out
Reflections, 2 weeks after top surgery. Self care is crucial and so is support. A support team in Covid times looks different but it's even more vital. Care isn't always glamorous. It's been a loved one sleeping near my bed in case I needed help. It's been washing all the things (even me) and dropping needs on my porch. Pulling up my pants in the first days and my spirits always. Late night phone calls and care packages, icecream and tea. It's been lifting and holding all the heavy things, quarantining for me, reading to me (and my kids), making meals and memories, enduring the endless selfies I am so giddy to take, it's love notes, high notes, low notes and dancing. It's a web of people woven together in the most unexpected ways; too beautiful to ever be planned, too precious to name. It's stretched near and far, open enough to flex, tight enough to hold. Tonight, on this dark dark night, let us bring back the light together. #holdfast #topsurgery
thunderstorm + October #peppermintalleypress on my desk next to the woodstove. It’s cabin cozy in this old #unschoolhouse