Thursday, January 12, 2012

Dwelling

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











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