Feeling Meek

the garden is waking up

i found the first snowdrop today. it was just sitting there in the mud looking completely unbothered by the cold. i think about that a lot — how some things just bloom regardless of whether the conditions are perfect or not. maybe i should be more like a snowdrop.

anyway. made chamomile tea and listened to old citypop for three hours. no regrets.

on collecting small things

pressed a maple leaf between two dictionary pages in november and forgot about it until today. it came out perfectly flat and amber-coloured, like a little stained glass window. i'm starting a proper pressing book. thrift store finds, old postcards, dried flowers from the windowsill.

new year, same me (affectionate)

i didn't make any resolutions this year. i just wrote a list of things i want to feel more of: warm, unhurried, curious, soft. i think that's enough of a direction.