the plan was always to try to write in this everyday, to make a record of what i was thinking, what was inspiring me. but life often gets in the way of that and we feel compelled to close up and sit in the cave until we feel brave enough to come back out, patch up our walls and move on again. maybe put in a little table with chairs and invite people in for tea.
i try, but am terrible with this.
so today i thought i'd hide behind someone else, someone who is good at this, sabrina ward harrison. these words are not hers, but when i saw them today it occurred to me i knew someone else who would like them.