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tender letters
23 June 2009 @ 12:43 pm
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30 April 2008 @ 01:46 pm
28 April 2008 @ 08:27 pm
When I was a little girl I used to pretend to be a pirate
searching for lost treasure. With Pippi and Pumpkin and painted freckles
(I always secretly wished for a face full of them) on my cheeks.
And even now, now that my feet are planted (just a bit) firmer to where I stand,
there are days when I wish I could sail far far away from where I am.
26 April 2008 @ 08:51 pm
24 April 2008 @ 09:57 am
It's been so long since we've seen anything green here lately.
I was so happy to see these little ones sprouting all around the house Yesterday.
Oh, it's so rainy and yucky outside today. I just wish I could take a long body numbing
nap.
22 April 2008 @ 05:32 pm
Today was full of magic. The kind of day made for honey sticks and four leaf clovers.
I packed a bag of frozen red grapes and walked along the train track,
past the ponds with lily pads and sleepy swans to the willow cradled creek that always
reminds me of Mr. Badger, Ratty, and Toad Hall. I stopped for a bit and sat on the crumbled stone
wall next to the dusty convenient store that no longer sells anything, but remains
like a piece of moth eaten history. Some days are about rediscovering old
ghosts.
This Weekend
Will and I are going to buy ten balloons. We'll pack them into the car with tiny bits of parchment
and a pencil. We'll drive to the meadow and write five wishes a piece
and tie them to our balloons. I think we will both write down what all we would like
to see happen in the next year, our dreams for the future.
17 April 2008 @ 10:54 pm
15 April 2008 @ 12:48 pm
Sometimes I accidentally forget it's time to sleep and I drink lots of coffee before bed.
Last night I listened to the ticking of my bedside clock, counting the minutes of sleep that kept passing
over my head and out of reach. Once I can hear Will's breathing
become feathery and very slow, I'm left to wrestle with all the tornadoes in my brain and close any doors that
keep trying to creak open. But it's not always easy to keep them shut with the tornadoes, you see. Once I
close one door, tiny twisters push open another and another.
My constellations glowing above me, crooked star shapes --
They always seem to move and breathe and my mind goes to the most unusual places.
I thought about a girl who I have never met, who was hiding under a
kitchen table, peeking out at me. Sometimes she would
just watch and sometimes she would laugh so loud i had to cover my ears --
Sometimes she would be cradling an infant in her
arms and humming him softly to sleep, curled up like a great feline under the big oak table, a white
garden dress covered in brown earth and dirty feet stained with soot.
I'm not sure why I imagine these people, or who they are. But sometimes I wonder if they really
exist, somewhere else in the world..and that I just haven't met them yet. Maybe I'm supposed to meet
them. And they're supposed to meet me, too.
13 April 2008 @ 11:02 pm
&hearts a little video for you
13 April 2008 @ 02:24 pm
This summer --
I want to build a tree house to spend my days.
I want picnics and exploration.
I want to visit remote towns and talk to friendly strangers.
I want to wear yellow sun dresses.
I want bubble tea everyday.
I want backyard puppet shows.
I want to tie wishes to balloons and watch them fly away.
I want to find a four leaf clover.
I want to lay in a field with a friend and read until dusk.
I want to pick wild berries and make delicious pastries.
I want a Mad Hatter tea party.
I want to search for constellations
I want to meet an old ghost.
I want to find an abandoned house to explore.
i want to see a shooting star.
I want summer freckles.
I want to press flowers.
xox
So many wishes for just one girl to have.
what are your summertime wishes?
11 April 2008 @ 04:55 pm
08 April 2008 @ 09:11 pm
We have a family of bunnies living under our house. There must be 20 or more.
At night, if you're very still and quiet in your bed, you will hear them thumping
to one another, their big feet sounding like tiny motor boats!
At night, if you're very still and quiet in your bed, you will hear them thumping
to one another, their big feet sounding like tiny motor boats!
07 April 2008 @ 03:44 pm
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29 March 2008 @ 07:06 pm
dream of ghosts instead.
28 March 2008 @ 01:37 pm
My mind is not in the mood to rest lately, even when my eyes beg it to go to sleep.
I've been sleeping poorly and dreaming when I do. Dreaming about imaginary places with
warm air; air the smell of cinnamon and sweet milk.
My books keep me company when the house is as quiet as mice and you can
almost hear the moon whispering
to the trees and stars outside my window.
This is where I go when I can't sleep late at night. My little glowing room. xox
( &hearts )
27 March 2008 @ 08:17 pm
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22 March 2008 @ 01:10 pm
through the looking glass
our town looks like Narnia, street lamps and white fir trees. It's not too cold, but large puffy flakes have covered
everything in sight. there is a layer of silence in this city, like everyone has gone inside their caves to hibernate, just like
bears. This must surely be the last snow before Spring flowers bloom. Easter snow. xxx
everything in sight. there is a layer of silence in this city, like everyone has gone inside their caves to hibernate, just like
bears. This must surely be the last snow before Spring flowers bloom. Easter snow. xxx
20 March 2008 @ 02:57 pm
