The time you thought everything was forgotten, that slates were clean.
You will question how many times in your life you will play out the same scene, same scenario – whether this right here is indeed a replica of groundhogs day, or if everything is parallel and nothing seems to last.
Just remember, that somewhere in the greater picture, this is all worth it. Everything means everything, and love is a virtue.
Sometimes you simply do not have the words. And similarly, sometimes you don’t need them. A feeling, a collective understanding. Somewhere a silence.
I’d rather say nothing than say something false.
The books I redesigned came back from the printer and I’ve completed the required work for my masters degree. And as of today, I’ve officially worked for two weeks as a designer at a book publisher. Is this real?
This is truly happening.
Spring sprang – has sprung – and I watched a young girl feed mallards bread under a weeping willow tree and thought, She understands happiness.
Cyclical indeed. Feels good to return, I’ve missed this part of the year.
A wave of calm exists, where everything makes sense and the elusive it is all happening.
The incredible luck keeps coming.
The last few weeks have been pretty overwhelming and if I hadn’t just lived them, I’d say unbelievable. The passing days continually support my theory that each day holds potential for greatness – you just have to be aware and engaged. I’ve had strangers jump across bushes to tell me I’m worth it, received sweet packages and postcards from distant places, landed a full time design job, and am three weeks away from my Master’s. And on Friday, I got word that I’m a recipient of the Bookbuilders of Boston scholarship.
To celebrate, I bought a gorgeous lavender plant and went for a long walk, passing wild turkeys and soaking up the cool spring sun.
Here’s to positivity, staying focused, and being good to one another. Because you know what, you’re worth it.
Warm air and favorites, dream places and spaces, incredible coffee and
lives you never thought you’d live. But you did and you are. Welcome.
There is an actual name for the fear of change, but even though the amount of newness and adjustments abound are abundant, I no longer resist.
Hello, old friend.
This is where we were always meant to be. And here we are. Re-seeing, shifting perceptions and accepting This is the way everything is, This is how we will work out. It’s nice to see you.
I am certain there are not enough words or expressions of gratitude and accomplishment that can accurately convey what today was in the history of both my sister’s and my own life. Synchronicity across the country is a pretty impressive feat, but we have strong connections – underpinnings. Every ounce of my being wants to be in Minnesota, able to share the assumed joy my parents are experiencing.
You guys, we did it. I, she, we are achieving really wonderful things.
Too many excitements to count on fingers and toes. One month until the title of master – of publishing! – and in that month, an opportunity for new potential, growth, horizons. Not to mention old friends, music, trips, and adventures.
Thursday I made my first run of linocut prints. The muslin bags turned out gorgeous, as did the 4×6 paper prints. Sometimes, I think that there is nothing I wouldn’t try once, and nothing I can’t do. Phases of craft, I suppose. I’ll try anything once.
An abundance of daffodils and the gift of yellow tulips speak volumes to the vibrancy and feel of Spring in the air. Everyone I know is beaming.
Together, we are a compilation of progress, persistence, talent, and bests.
