I am…still figuring out the answer(s).
I feel things deeply, and I want to try sharing them (these things I feel and see and think, these small moments that make up my day) more often…
I am a writer. A photographer. A daughter, a sister, a friend. I am alone, always and never all at the same time. I am a perfectionist and a worrier. I am overwhelmed often, in ways both good and bad. I am practicing patience, vulnerability, grace, and “slowing down”. I am not perfect. I am full of hope. Really: I am undefinable, uncontainable. Aren’t we all?
I love to write, and I love reading. I love music. I love attempting to capture objects and people and moments with a picture. I love learning. I love maps, trying to cook, conversations, long meals with friends and little white lights. I suffer from and struggle with wanderlust. And I love this life.
Hoping to use h&w to share my fiction. Eventually. For now, it’s my little corner of the world, to reflect, to connect, to observe and remember the little details that make my days so lovely.
This is the violet hour, the hour of hush and wonder, when the affections glow again and valor is reborn, when the shadows deepen magically along the edge of the forest and we believe that, if we watch carefully, at any moment we may see the unicorn.
– Bernard DeVoto