Short Stories.
I waited a long time for this season of life, where every day did not have to be compressed.
Long story, short.
I am careful to make space so that the stories have room to unfold. My schedule is often wide open and this means I say no a lot. There has been an adjustment, much like the loosening of a spring, making breathing easier and acceptance possible.
The sieves used to prepare the soil for the garden. The vintage clothing hanging in the window of Folking. The dock at Hick’s Landing on a chilly end-of-winter morning. Almost spring magnolia blooms at Grelen Nursery. The mural on the side of the botanical apothecary.
These are the short stories of my week. On film.