Oh, it smells so good in the studio today. I've got the beeswax warmed up and I'm ready to experiment, invent and discover.
I've been moving slowly; November came on all too quickly for my taste. I'm already planning turkey dinner while the sun is shining outdoors and we haven't had a real killing frost yet. I'm all out of sync.
Lost in the forest again. I spend half my time rattling around in the dark, searching for the path. When I am the path. I remember, I forget. If you are a person with a clear destination then I envy you. I am a wandering-in-the-fog girl; a seeker and a questioner. November.