(and the idea of sharing them. or not. is important to me as well.)
i am wondering though, if i’m interested in gardens at all. i am interested in flowers. but when one is interested in flowers, one must be interested in flowery communities // and isn’t a garden just that? a community of plants.
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i have forever been trying to create space, a space. i’m not sure for whom.
a space to share things — no, to gather things. let all the things i care about meet one another.
(also just a space to not forget.)
i always thought i needed something new, a new place to begin again. but i’ve decided i’m just going to use this space, this blog. a bit old-fashioned maybe, but other platforms/ social media just don’t work for me. modern life is too quick, there’s too much — i need slow, soft, quiet. i need nature and paints, and poetry (in all its forms and ways).
i guess this is an introductory post. right in the middle of it all.
(it’s summer, outside. not the right flowers in bloom, the trees aren’t full yet. but it’s warm, not yet nine a clock in the morning but it’s warm. it’s lovely, a dream, but i also worry so hard about the summer that’s coming and all summers after this one. they seem to grow. i wish the world would calm down a bit.)
