Life has been good and chaotic here. It's been quiet and painful and wonderful and all three at once with a few more in between. I've been moderately good about keeping up with roots + wings, but it seems my bubble strains to go far beyond this.
This weekend, we took our first trip with Maya, who survived a dog-paw to the face while breastfeeding in a car wash, to the wilds of Wisconsin, where we witnessed one of my dearest friends from high school get married. It was a wonderful opportunity to see more from that circle of friends (and many offspring and spouses and parents; we took up three tables, just the five of us and our accessories), though we only lasted into a few of those thumping wedding dance songs. I wish we had chances to see one another more.
Things I love: poetry and precise words, kitchen gardens, wildflowers, photography, the natural world, walking in the woods, geography and culture and a sense of place, thunderstorms, yoga, letterpress artwork, knit objects, earth tones, chai tea, little birds, the ocean, wool, thick books to get lost in, ecotones and diagrams, sheep and llamas and goats, handwritten letters, the body (mine and yours).