Closing out year FOUR of PeppermintAlleyPress four years of almost-monthly snail mail love sent out into the universe. Four years of making new pen pals and sharing magic. Here’s to where we have been and all that is to come! Next up- year five.
The Schoolhouse table, all set up, waiting for me. I’m so ready.
I listened to “stars + birds, babes + sages” (nodding at ya William Channing)
In the early morning, I heard coyotes + cranes + a great horned owl. I wrote about ferns + third grade and dreamed a little too. It’s quiet now and my body feels electric. What do you say?
all the shapes + little helper hands. There is so much I could say about body autonomy right now with this hack of a Supreme Court running bullshit and smaller courts around the country going backwards on trans rights. So much to hold right now and there are days to feel the full weight of this moment in history. But for now, it’s water colors and quiet talks.
Glad for this morning office, this little pocket of time.
What if there is no such thing as late. What if showing up really is covered with grace. What if being here requires no further explanation or justification. What if finding breath really is enough.