Brave New World.

I find in my heart joy.
Every day it leaps and bounds and I can no more contain it than I can understand it. It takes my moments and strings them, golden pearled, through my head, clothes hanging out to dry. It calls to me, and I answer.

But it’s really a very old world.

It is so easy to try and take the easy pleasures in life in order to forget about the rest of it. But every day I want to remind myself that I want the struggle.
I want the arguments, and the hard happinesses, I want the longing that only comes with a pain. I want to be alive and conscious and thinking and suffering and just happy.

Oh brave new world, mysterious as the sun.

This is the song of baby birch.

This is the song of baby birch.

Got my bangs back! Always a joy to see them.

Got my bangs back! Always a joy to see them.