A very quiet return

Greetings, friend. This stranger returns to the page.

My mind is full of images of twigs and leaves and the smell of damp earth. Good things. Clean, homely things. Simple things. My quiet weekend of rain and reading, baking and online chatting and more rain, has brought this on.

I read somewhere once that a man's prayer was that he would never lose his sense of wonder, and I pray that as well. I pray it for you too, if you're reading this. I can't think of many better gifts.

I would like to say that my aunt Ayala over at www.fiberfanatics.com is really amazing and I like her style, especially her blog, and also that the process of figuring out life and seeking contentment is mysterious and vexing but a fantastic adventure nonetheless, and that I enjoy being a woman, and an artist, and one who considers the inner workings of her mind. Also that I never want to exhaust myself in the pursuit of hipness and relevancy. In conclusion, Leaves of Grass is a brilliant title for a book of poetry.