I am overwhelmed by the sweet, encouraging comments I got on my latest post. Overwhelmed. Thank you. Your words were wise, kind and generous, and they mean so much to me.
In the days just after my father's passing, I thought I'd never make anything ever again.
I don't think that still.
I feel beside myself and reset at the same time.
From (my day) left: 1.morning, 2.past(times), 3.watching me, 4.close, 5.tell me (the truth!), 6.Doesn't look much (but the colour is nice). I'm feeling melancholy. It's ok - like a soothing blanket over my shoulders. Listening to Charlotte Gainsbourg and Kirtana. Luckily it's raining