My space is filled with intoxicating aromas...
Banana bread, a warm breeze from the river, H.M. home early from work, just-watered herbs, this small city settling into evening, the faint trace of soap transferred from my hands into my yarn as I knit a baby blanket.
It is good.
It is a signal to me that I might, for a time, be on the upswing of feeling sorry for myself. I've decided to put all of those big little things that have taken over me of late onto the back burner. Let it simmer there for a bit, while I focus on some sweeter things, like cinnamon walnut bread, and peanut butter granola bars.
Consider it a conscious turn of direction, towards happy.
2 comments:
looks like the perfect day to me - and sounds like the perfect plan as well! love to you.
also. your last pic is making me wish i packed some knitting! would be a much better way to pass the time in the waiting room than iphone scrabble.
miss you!
beautiful!
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