this sunday morning there is snow and sunshine and coffee and sleeping dogs and a husband who went to a 7am yoga class (endless love and admiration) and this book: the family of woman. it's vintage, from the late seventies, photographs and words of and by women (a sister to "the family of man"). i crack it open when i need inspiration, clearing, grace, wisdom.
i had a beautiful week. i set bare feet in (very cold) sand and let the (very very cold) atlantic wash away the final dust of last year. i shared amazing chana masala and many stories with my dear friend/poet/artist donna wynn and we both noticed the way we can go a year and a half without seeing each other and then just pick up right where we left off. i love that.