this blog feels like a piece of cake put down at a party and now I am trying to find it among the piles of plates, and dirty glasses, a shoe, a turned up edge of carpet, the strangers asleep on the couch
real life means priorities that do not always include the things I like the most
this week, a sick child, a compressed work schedule, insufficient sleep and I am staggering around half blind, almost giddy, a little tender, and wanting very much to be here, writing, thinking, finding images that call to me… discovering how it all falls together. instead I am rushing driving trying to get things done before deadlines happen, people fly away, time runs out.
Just wanted to admit to wanting.