And while I wax poetic with extreme excitement over exploring my new city neighborhood, I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention that this sweet mountain trail is about the equivalent of eight blocks away from my new country neighborhood. I can’t wait to share my explorations here with you too.
Little by little the bird feathers its nest, and object by heart burnished object we surround ourselves with lovely necessities of memory and function. It is these things that make a silly Apartment a Home or a silly Wednesday an Occasion.
Whether my nest is an old farmhouse, a sixth floor tenement walk up, or a brownstone basement... whether I share it with family, vagabonds, women of heart and mind, or a little brown cat and a sweet ginger banjo, my principal joy is filling it with light and laughter (and corralling).
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