Kickswitch

Oak trees are often hit by lightning because they usually stand alone. They have thick, tough bark and softer cores of buttery wood. The lightning splits them apart, bursting through them from within, because when it strikes, it travels down through them and they explode with light.


It's my favourite month, and there has been sublime unseasonal sunshine on top of the autumnal deliciousness. I am reading 'The Memory Keeper's Daughter' for the first time, learning butterfly-fragile lines of prose from it because they are too heart-beatingly beautiful to forget. There are so many interesting and amazing things happening around me, melodies flying and chances arriving.
How and why, then, do I feel so entirely uninspired?
I miss summer strawberries and warm, white sands.
This might have something to do with it.

Ready Set Learn

I'm back to my books and a busy bee schedule in a big, big way. I am studying Archaeological Theory, have a lab. class of Animal and Human Remains and also delving deep into The Supernatural World - basically myth busting and archaic cosmology. I've got a lot on my plate already this year in every little nook and cranny of my life; lots to learn and practically every part is promising to be amazing. So far, so very good.

Atlas Hands

The beautiful video for Atlas Hands by Benjamin Francis Leftwich, who was charming my ears last year.

I feel like jigsaw pieces scattered across a table top, needing to be thoughtfully puzzled back together by patient hands on a rainy Tuesday afternoon.

Waka Waka

My time in Tanzania has been and gone, and I'm slowly putting my life here back together. It's nearly time to head north in time for all the academic circus to begin again. I African't believe this summer is over - it has been indescribably illuminating. Incandenscent. I'm a little bit in love.

Love and Sate

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Today I have a bloody throat and outside it's like monsoon weather. I had porridge, and clementine juice with honey, hot water and 10 year old whiskey, and felt better. I worry about the bumblebees when it rains like this. How can you sip flowers when the world is wetter than the ocean? Do they all just stay at home hungry for the day?

I leave for Africa one week away today. I'll be gone until September but you can hear from me here.


The Head & The Heart - Down In The Valley

You can have a little and you can have a lot, but sometimes, regardless, you just want more.

Bright Sight, Dark Memory

My sisters made this happen.

This makes me think of New York.

A best friend took this photograph.

You are a shining shadow.

Away We Go

I am all about the quaint.
"It's all those good things you have in you. The love, the wisdom, the generosity, the selflessness, the patience."