February 09, 2006

...my heart is full of poetry I may not share here

...work is full of high stakes/high profile work
(lots and lots of it)

...my neck sports a wicked crick, popping & cracking to no relief

...the first daffodil blooms are bobbling alongside 280

...i am loved beyond comprehension
(by the very best partner a girl could ask for)
(and others, too)

...hats continue to fall off my needles

I can see my corner of the pattern so clearly this morning. It's beautiful and bittersweet with echoes and ripples and turns and repeats.

Posted by shock at February 09, 2006 10:44 AM