At this very moment, I am envisioning a midnight-blue ombre/tie-dye scarf that would be just right for fall and wondering if I can make it, reading Denise Levertov's Oblique Prayers (noted: "Oblique Prayers is arranged in four thematic sections that, taken together, work toward a mature philosophy in equal harmony with public activism and private reflection"), hoping a secret admirer will surprise me, and loving Ivy's Guestroom album, light and airy as it is.
I'm also: trying to figure out what to "do" "with" "my life," and how to do it. I'm sure an ashram would help. Or, conversely, a terrific job offer. I suppose I should have faith that it will all naturally fall into place, like this afternoon when I found a charming little picnic basket that I never knew I needed (but oh, how I did!) for cheap at a thrift store. Because you know, it always does.