boxes.

I love to keep things in boxes. Cigar boxes, tea tins, cheese crates, and stationary tins are all around my room. Years worth of tiny objects, notes and pictures fill them with tangible memories I sometimes fear I will lose. All of the good memories flood around me, and even the the bad seem far more manageable, and are somehow healing, when so small. Every time I go to an antique store, I am mesmerized by the boxes. They are the possible vessels of my treasure.

They call him "Danger."

Joshua Tree National Park

Arrived: 1:23 AM
Temp: 31 degrees F
Activities: bouldering, scrabble, singing love songs, shimmying through caverns, cacooning ourselves in blankets
Number of Exclamations of the Beauty of the Land: several more than a thousand.
Left: 4:02 PM

i love my kitchen

I just really do. The last few weeks I have invested the paycheck I finally got in groceries and indulged myself in cooking therapy. Even just making myself chai is lovely when surrounded by birds, hot air balloons, branches and lanterns. It makes me feel at home.

See this

blog.

Link found on Clever Nettle (link to Clever Nettle in my links box).

Today is the most wonderful rainy day. It is not the most wonderful day in general, with a lot seeming to fall apart, but I love the rain, and it is making all of that feel more manageable. Making myself whole wheat pasta with veggies in a white wine cream sauce, drinking chai tea, listening to Credence Clearwater, and immersing myself in studying women's issues in the Bible are also all helping me. There is so much to think about, so much to learn from, so much to be inspired by. I teeter between the hope and fear of that.


I also found this.


I also think I will use my button maker Saturday morning.

I hope you have a good day, Reader.