my etsy faves have been mirroring the whole feel of this season, so i made my first treasurey.
this month i have mostly gone to bed early, and woke up earlier to a simulation sunrise; wore wolf jumpers and eaten home cooked food made by the boy. i have been listening to emmy the great, reading sylvia plath; wondering if i will actually be able to do this thing they call teaching. i have taken notes, posted doily clad packages and drank peppermint and fennel tea. i have dreamed about an army of brave hearts, created pages of words, accepted a seasons end. i have become acquainted with the meaning of the semicolon, been baffled by inappropriate behaviour, missed my zoe bloom. i have had my breath taken away by reminders of the depth of my loss, avoided rice puddings, and longed for more energy.