at the lake. at the lake i am reminded of who i am. i watched the fog, thick and heavy with grief sealing the lake closed, soul slow and steadily collapsing in. at the lake i remember the way we laughed in the cold brisk mornings, bodies held close for warmth walking to the morning...
Author Archives: anjuli
…orange wednesday…
freedom. it’s quiet here now. my quiet soul falling on much open space. quiet, like a long soft hush. like sitting still in the vastness of grass and field for miles. in this quiet i think about all the noise, the glorious noises, that hugged their way through my walls in the last few days....
…orange wednesday…
being made new. we got this torn up antique bench from the early 1900′s from a Coronado estate sale. it cost us $35. it sat in our garage for over a year, becoming a home to forgotten toys, wandering tools, and that over sized t-shirt that belonged to no one. we dreamed up at least...
…last family…
beautiful, inside & out.