Putting photos on the blog anchors (as in, all there is is the flickering of the world this minute) me to the passing and ongoingness of color and light (in the forms of people I love or encounter with love).
Dare I shirk abundance? It feels like living pay check to pay check. Live a small, intricate, careful life. Is it still possible then, to do big things with the heart that way? And crazy wrecked beauty things?
Why? And be not like my girl friends who so much resemble the eat pray love lady/Grace Lee Boggs/the Catholic worker woman, in all the best possible non-smarmy ways. Of how to do good and be in love with the world in idiosyncratic, tireless ways.