Peek!

over the fence

and out into the world.

a little bigger, a little wider.

the newness seems to be working itself in:  i remain astonished that this is the first time i've (thought to) cut a cantaloupe otherwise. 

again, again, again i wonder how much i am missing that is here, here, here.

and this is a moment of perfection

ends with O

and so it does.  

there is milk, there is honey, there are golden sunlight shadows morn and eve.

there are also boxes upon boxes beyond boxes, and the requisite consideration of minimalism.

a lot of old things look pretty shabby in a new place, and i question my driven attachment to so much.  and then i remember the chaos of departure and immediately forgive myself, myselves.

i found treasures in a thrift store, including a sheepskin bicycle seat cover.  lucky am i!

in so many many many ways.

love.