Treading

Right now I am treading in strange water... trying to find my breath. Which way is up? I normally know this.  Sorrow today is in all capital letters and the weight of living is almost too much to bear.

I hope I can find my way out, or through...

{breathe}

Musings

The world is still today, and inside are fantasies of giant friends and homemade art projects. Random. Eccentric... childlike wonder.

 

Images top to bottom: Message to Bears cover, Berries: Andrea Fleischer, The Beasts Upon us: Unknown author