the chill has started to disappear and the blossoms are finding their way open. the sunlight is finding its way through the windows earlier and filters in with a haze of golden beams making it feel much later than it actually is. it's the sort of spring that makes the short runs i am able to do difficult as the weather urges me to run more. i find that i am wrapping myself in gratitude these days - perhaps to insulate against the short temperament of the world, perhaps just because. lately, i am delving into my sketchbook to record my days, establish more of a practice and focus on simple beauty along my way to carry inspiration.
this little guy is truly inspiring
his interview 'every human has a disability of some sort', powerful
her words (especially reading her poem) linger with me