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.