The Book Bag
Here we are. Its currently 19 degrees outside. But since this is not a weather blog, I will move on. The symbolism of Spring astounds me at times. New birth, new color, things waking up. I feel my soul being tugged along, whether I like it or not. Yesterday we dipped back into winter, and I found asylum at a friends house. If I hadn't invited myself over, who knows how things would have gone over here.
Since Fridays tend to be the day that I take stock of my life. Every Week. Something I don't recommend. I struggle to find the balance of joy and gratitude for things that I have, in the face of deep suffering all around. It feels so random. I must believe that it is not random, and that really what it means is that there will one day be a reckoning of peace for all. Listening to a starving, pregnant woman being interviewed on a world news segment, as I chop my onions for a St. Patrick's Day feast is really the worst.
PS. The dress at the bottom right is for my niece, Verity. I heart new hobbies.
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