I'll be your hero but only for one day
From the mind and hand of Junita Jadisco/ En/ Action/Big Picture
I lost the scent of the trail once. It seemed pretty bleak. Then I found a ladybug and she seemed ok.
I find joy in little things. I sometimes stay still for way too long.
Nick Cave and the bad seeds.
The feeling of sour candies on my cheeks.
Dreams and Aspirations
I dream of a world that slows enough to be less aggressive.
A pile of books. Actually a couple piles of books. Still an empty tea cup.
Right now it feels like a windswept sand dune.
I have a love hate with apricots. Like they can be so delicious but then you get one that sticks to the roof of your mouth. Ugh. Best to blend them into a puree and freeze for breakfast in the winter.
The warmth of my mother's arms. I don't remember it but I know it was good. The many trips to the nearby forest. The makeshift camps me made. So many little cities we built in our minds.
There is a crow watering hole near Jericho Beach. It's really nice.
Where my friends are.