It's already mid-August, and I haven't gone camping yet. I haven't taken any pictures, written any stories, or painted any pictures. I've danced a few times, slept a whole lot, ate relatively well, questioned my reality regularly, and had to put a lot of material in perspective. Actually, scratch that. I haven't put the final efforts in the ( Read more... )

drinking white peony tea and eating apple cinnamon oatmeal ( Read more... )