Financial stability and not fearing for my survival, a spirited away sequel, owning an entirely angelic pretty wardrobe, a house where the inside is all moss, not...
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Last night’s tent-space: a field surrounded by bunnies hopping around, canals, and farmland. Somewhere near Gouda in The Netherlands.
Aren’t we all? (at Lower Haight, San Francisco)
It’s been a hard few days warming up again to life on a bicycle. But today, just 10 kilometers into my short ride from Rotterdam to Den Haag in The Netherlands, I stumbled across...
“Give me books, French wine, fruit, fine weather and a little music played out of doors by somebody I do not know.”
— John Keats
“We always imagine eternity as something beyond our conception, something vast, vast! But why must it be vast? Instead of all that, what if it’s one little room, like a bathhouse...”
tama is one of my very, very favorites and her recent work is difficult to find online, so here’s my favorite page from her magical “Lost Garden”