i've been doing lots of training with barnardo's lately. it's been exhausting, overwhelming, boring, interesting, amusing, frustrating.
i've been listening to a lot of imogen heap, and i've been avoiding watching into the wild (for around 6 months). i know it is going to be one of those films. those films that both challenge and make you feel completely mediocre.
i've been reading a lot of don miller, and trying not to be too cynical and sarcastic about his life filled with bike rides across america and meetings with families who jump in rivers to say goodbye.
i feel lots of random journaling about being your actions, and what the decisions you make in your life say about you, the story you want to cultivate for yourself, coming on.
thoughts about documentation, and story, and the necessity of silence.
but here is my bloom wearing her autumn scarf. she's my favorite.