the pines around pine lake. reflected. inverted.
my world feels a bit upside down in this moment. it's a disorienting, yet lovely, place to be. i'm grateful for the continued grace of others. for my ability to take a solo backpacking trip into the wilderness. for a hammock from which to sit and watch the light change over the course of an entire day. for the tempered curiosity of a black bear. for the love-filled homecoming. for patience. for change. for acceptance by others, acceptance of self.
as for the crafty nature of this blog, well, it's on hold. i haven't knit a stitch since july. the thought of threading a needle doesn't interest me. paper seems to be for scribbling on. the pantry shelves aren't reflecting the stored abundance of the season. store bought cookies are where its at. and the camera, which used to be my constant companion, has captured a fair bit of dust, but very few images.
i'm taking each day as it comes. remaining open and curious to what comes next. and so, maybe i'll be back soon. maybe i won't. in the meantime, life is happening in a way that doesn't quite jive with the sharing of prose and photograph in the electronic realm. and that, with so much else, i'm learning to accept.
