(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.)
