today i feasted on banana pancakes, made with love. today i met kit harrington, and perhaps i’m the one that knows nothing. today i committed to a daily routine of familiarising myself with my deck of major and minor arcana. … Continue reading
if i am ever to break my first bone or succumb to some final destination approved death by plummeting through a glass window, today will be that day. on this shifty ladder. over my disgust towards the current drapery. … it’s got to go. _ … Continue reading
bagpipes are blaring out my window. burns night is here and they are celebrating with a full band and street food nearby. i celebrated burns night last year and mentioned a bit about it in this post dedicated to pancake day. sometimes, everything … Continue reading
beginning with rumi… out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field. meet me there. i have been going through my things and making piles of what i don’t need, to be given away or sold. i am … Continue reading
i stumbled upon this dreamy tunnel whilst exploring a little corner of northwest london, near finchley road. nearby were signs advertising farmer’s markets both at west hampstead and swiss cottage. perhaps i’ll visit them over the weekend – over … Continue reading
i stumbled upon a blog called ‘the public diary‘ after stumbling upon a photograph being used as the cover of a song by wolf larsen on youtube……and the photographer/writer’s name is stefany alves and her photographs make me feel like … Continue reading
last night’s storm was shattering. windows rattled and rain poured through my open window onto the floor below. i love the sound of water drops tap tapping, and it was too balmy to close the window even if i had … Continue reading
if you happen to glance under my coffee table, you’ll notice this clear, plastic box with a removable tray and multiple compartments. it is ideal for the storage of tiny art supplies or bits of jewelry and baubles. i have filled it with treasure from around the … Continue reading
i haven’t decided if i regret inviting the neighborhood pigeons to feast on my balcony. they came, they conquered, and my bird feeder was violated in such a way that it surely suffers from ptsd. it probably dreams of light sparrow pecks … Continue reading
it takes seventeen years for cicadas to emerge as fully formed beings. i refuse to be rushed in my own emergence.
