Thursday, January 12, 2012


Tonight I talked with P for a second, the first time I've spoken with someone associated with Lithuania.
Tonight I felt extremely nostalgic, so thinking and remembering has caused unknown lessons and feelings to surface.
Tonight I finally wrote that letter, and finally drank some ginger tea.
But I am home, and being present is the most intentional thing I can do,
thus -

home is

A little laughing chicken

lemons on a baby tree

fresh baked bread

planning a garden

a bright silver kettle

surprise mail full of love

hiking with these two

warm light

a sister and a mother