the first day of this month and I haven't been around here much.
A universal happening that takes enormous emotional proportions and energy out of me yet everyone experiences first-hand at one point or another.
There's days where I feel like I'm sleepwalking through life.
I find comfort in needle, thread, and pulling stitches through cotton.
I think going to Houston next week will be more helpful for me than any
other year I've attended Festival.
So much to think of and remember and hold close in my heart.