...for me of late.
this contemplation of a new year,
which also feels in a way like just another run of days,
but i feel.. i sense this shifting -
i can't quite place it.
soon it will reveal itself.
i traded coffee for tea,
perhaps this is it.
days seem longer,
i tiptoe about,
wanting to enjoy the quiet when i find it.
i've got into the old linen these past new january days,
and am enjoying creating coptic stitched books,
amongst other bibliographica creatures,
in the making.
we all lost our beloved Bowie.
what a soul, what stardust,
a true majikal being who influenced so many of us,
famous or infamous.
the beauty of it.
back to the teapot.
new in the shop: