Today is Piggles birthday!
People keep getting sick and I’m worried about my parents back in Connecticut. I’m super happy I randomly jumped a plane to Manhattan in January. The city and those souls stay on my mind.
I started contemplating my next poetry collection. Volume Four will be beautiful. It’s a lot of years to pack in.
People in Australia are nervous and cautious; loving and wonderful; going through the motions like all of us are.
I took photos of flowers today and walked beside the lake. I’m currently making my mother’s baked mac n cheese recipe and continuing on with my plans of land and some seeds.
I tiktoked earlier today and painted. I weeded a garden and had a glass of wine.
I know something is ‘scary’ about these times but I don’t feel it. I feel like everything is occurring perfectly. I am grieving who has left as a cause of the human sickness sweeping us all, but I’m equally excited about what it brings every day.
We celebrated Lily’s birthday in the park earlier, with my next door neighbour after, and with feasts in between. 13 years she turned today.
Another puppy is going to be joining us in about two weeks. His name is Pascal… buckle up blahg tribe. x