Whenever I get around to writing the actual words in these blog posts, I sort of jar myself into a suddenly reflective mood. Maybe because it’s usually late, and I usually have the perfectly ratio-ed cream to water to steep-time tea sitting next to me. And also because I made a call a while ago that I’d only write what I really meant. To be present when I wrote. To dial in and be intentional about what I’m putting out there in my little corner of the world. In case anyone decides to read this part, I decided I wanted it to be a real connection. From my genuine thoughts and heart to yours. Not that it has to be deeply profound or stirring. Just real. So I pause Netflix. It’s like my white noise while I’m doing mostly mindless tasks like photo-editing. Or I turn off the music. And just kind of settle into the silence of the room. It really starts to feel like a blank canvas for a hot minute. Then comes the typing, which is one of my favorite sounds in the world. Silence and typing. The sound of that is like the smell of a good old book from a library. For every 1 good-smelling book though let’s be honest, there are about 9 whiffs that make you recoil. Still worth trying for the good ones though.
So I guess today I just wrote about writing 🙂
Also how enchanting is this little doll of a pup I’m keeping an eye on for the week for a family friend (or what could more accurately be referred to as my friend family… since I’m friends with all of them)? I just melt when she trots over, jumps in my lap, and burrows into me. This happened about 2 seconds ago. I’m just like ok I’ll take care of you forever and give you anything you want it’s fine.
photos by isabel kruse