rusty gratitude gratitude

i am grateful for:

1) my, our, amazing home. loving what we’re co-creating and how we’re doing it, even though it is jarring sometimes to recontextualize my stuff in a way that rearranges my self-perception. putting my stuff in a different context with someone else’s stuff actually plays with my sense of identity and of home. It’s confusing and freeing and fun.

2) um, paris. so totally paris. and petite dejuner and streets within streets within streets. and lights. and yoga. and reuniting with my writing buddy and not going to the louvre.

3) sage

4) cooking at home.

5) uggs. feet get so cold otherwise. uggs.

6) talking to genius friends about their brave lives.

7) buying a sketchbook, which i have big small plans for.

8) matching jammies

9) the world, blurring by, NOT accosting me with its pungent unreality daily on the subway. floating, free from the grind, is good. scary too, because how can i stay like this? but good because i think it is the only way to learn my own roots and pulses, in my own time and space.

10) maple cream on graham crackers

11) today’s warmer day

12) my happy lite coming in the mail. can’t wait to bathe in the fake light and see what happens.

13) alicia’s lovely wedding

14) another wedding approaching

15) the last of my lovelies hitching up

16) new babies, lots

17) our beautiful christmas tree

18) fairway

19) catching myself freezing up and shutting down. now for thawing and opening.

20) hot baths

21) cesar milan