right where i am.

is right here.

hello precious earth.

i will share more about my time in the desert soon. for now the dust settles and drifts into me, and i come to own the experience.

right where i am is:

a winter chest cold, musing and creating a new project, eating handfuls of my new favourite food - dates, drinking endless cups of chamomile tea, reading books in fitful bursts, holding my dog as he curls into the tiniest possible ball {the enth of cuteness}, playing with collages and watching ellen and oprah. i fumble about looking for something, but there isn't anything, just a state of unrest.

i yearn to be more honest, more real, more abundant in my thoughts, more present with my intentions, and more comfortable with BEing instead of DOing.
i also have desires to be more popular and more in control but they are desires not yearnings. there is a difference between them.

i think i might start a gratitude journal again. throw the pile of books beside my bed back onto the bookshelf and be okay that i haven't finished reading them. i realised last night when i look at my bookcase, i feel guilt that i haven't read them all, when there is so much joy to behold in my eyes when i see the endless opportunities there.

i have started a new section in my journal, all about discovering who leonie is.

i thank you for hearing my story, dear reader.
even when i'm not sure where the story begins, where it ends, what the morale of it is, and if it mianders just how i please. my story is still important, just as yours is.


discoveries:

the wooster collective ~ brimming with street art
women imagining themselves into a new world ~ a thrilling collection


"Maybe we should develop a Crayola bomb as our next secret weapon. A happiness weapon. A beauty bomb. And every time a crisis developed, we would launch one. It would explode high in the air - explode softly - and send thousands, millions, of little parachutes into the air.
Floating down to earth - boxes of Crayolas. And we wouldn't go cheap, either - not little boxes of eight. Boxes of sixty-four, with the sharpener built right in. With silver and gold and copper, magenta and peach and lime, amber and umber and all the rest. And people would smile and get a little funny look on their faces and cover the world with imagination."

~ Robert Fulghum, "All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten"