Some days I feel like an old painting.
Red lips. That cardigan was too small for my 12 year old brother, so I took it and it fits perfectly.
About a year ago when I moved into the monastery. Has it really been that long? Wow. A friend was trying to take a picture of me when I had a headache and I tried to stop her and this was the result. I ended out liking it.
My sister trying out my camera. My dear friend Kelly got me that feather for my 18th birthday, because she knows my love of both birds and the colour blue.
Last night, I watched the storm and drank tea and listened to Listener.
“So I’ve built a wooden heart inside this iron ship to sail these blood red seas and find your coasts, don’t let these waves wash away your hopes. This war-ship is sinking, and I still believe in anchors, pulling fist fulls of rotten wood from my heart, I still believe in saviors.”