I must admit, I had a pretty defeating week. A strange one. The kind that isn't terribly bad, but certainly odd enough to realize that things are always in flux, changing in subtle ways you sometimes can't even sense. I'd been walking around in a bit of a fog all morning, quite disconnected until I knew I had to do something specific:
I had to read.
I read all afternoon until the sun faded and I felt at peace enough to step back into my own life again unafraid. Reading in itself inspires me to get back on girlandlovelynotebook, this blog I've been neglecting for months where I can revisit to simply see what happens.
So here I am.
"I want to think again of noble and dangerous things.
I want to be light and frolicsome.
I want to be improbable and beautiful and afraid of nothing
as though I had wings."
Here's Train with the beautiful Mississippi.
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