Tomorrow will mark the two year anniversary that this happened
I wrote this following entry in my journal on July 5, 2011: The moon is a milky crescent cradle hanging over the sky tonight. I was driving on my way back to our temporary home a few hours ago, but found myself hypnotized by a perfect moon. I was enchanted by her glow in the sky, and how she seemed to find her way in
My life for the past few months has revolved around the house fire. And though I try not to talk about it in conversation in my regular life, it is in the undercurrent of every single thing that I do. I've been writing in my book journal much more than usual. My words fill page after page. There's been much to think about, to churn
I woke up feeling thankful this morning. I woke up feeling connected. Even if we have never spoken, even if we may never meet, I had this sense of friendship out there in the world. There are many people whose blogs I read, whose art I appreciate, whose songs I listen to, whose books I read, that I will never get a chance