Another, for good measure…

Continued: texts from my mother apologizing for her dream self

Texts my mother sends me to apologize for things she did in her dreams: a thread

Good evening from this sweet little cedar waxwing (I think!) who kept me company on the porch for a bit.

I think she had hit a window and gotten stunned—she stayed right next to me for a while and then hopped away.

I’m temporarily living apart from my partner and daughter while I await my UK visa. It’s been difficult to be apart, especially while my daughter starts school in a new country.

But I’m also making use of the time to nurture my soul. Here’s a glimpse of my week.

This pigeon has seen shit