Busy Doing Nothing
A quiet start to Spring.
New rituals are budding with Spring, and I’m enamored with how the warmth revives me. We moved our record console to the living room and have been dusting off our collection to accompany us while reading with the front door propped open. Pick a favorite and let side A be a guide while cooking dinner, side B to savor the meal.
Light the candle, vacuum before laying out the yoga mat, hang dry my favorite cotton t-shirts, stretch before that hilly walk, read instead of scrolling. This is what I’ve been up to, curating the small moments to my liking.
Time keeps passing as I stare out our big bay window, but there’s too much to look at. Cardinals, chipping sparrows, the owl that perches on our roof when the moon is out— as a chronic daydreamer, I could stay here forever.
In the in-betweens, I’ll drink wine in the park with my friends. I’ll carry my film camera along and forget to take any photos. I’ll spend all day tending to the yard, just for more pinecones to drop. This phase of life is extraordinarily quiet and lovely.
Some recent odds and ends:
Just finished my 10th book of the year: Bone Black by Bell Hooks.
Homemade iced matchas made with Rocky’s blend.
Mailing cards for every occasion so I can use my set of Harriet Power stamps.
Neighborhood walks in my Jasper Sneakers.
Until next time,
xo, Paige