resting

i deeply desire to scratch below the accumulated layers of silt that have blown over my roots these past few seasons. i want to expose myself to warmth and sun, declaring this a new day, a new moment for green growth. but then the moment passes and the desire fades--a shadowed thought that never was quite shadow because it never did block sun. i am not --however-- without growth. winter's last chill wind puppets more earth to lay still above me, a hill of calm concealment.

all this to say...

i am too lazy to write deeply or wax lovely...

so i'll just post some photos.

reduce

Makes me want to squeeze-hug my pillow:

• a husband who indulges my Gilmore Girls marathons
• a sister who shares the secret of Miranda
• granola
• things that grow in my yard
• cafepress.com

Makes me want to find a secret room at Hogwarts and not come out:

• essay grading
• hurt toes
• some of the judgemental, unhappy, gossipy people I work with
• some birds