we are in the heavens

music: the pillowmaker, john southworth & the south seas
mood: walking away from the crowd

last night at st. matthew's church, i wandered to the basement bathrooms before the music began. i eavesdropped on the banjo humming warm-up of great lake swimmers and smiled hello back at a whirlwind jenn grant. like the winter, we sat in number 33 and listened but i was not the same.
i've been busybusy with new classes and overwhelmed by everything, but mostly, everyone else. new schedules and assignments are good grounding against the raspberry jam-fingers of my own life. for now, just school and stillness suit these days; i cling to silence and the summer set. i go where i go, i leave when i leave, i do what i do. you people have gorgeous souls, but the empty places have been calling me.
my phone is muted, my plans are secret plans.
and the world brings such gifts: a long-sought, fantastical album by john southworth (do write for a copy), coffee-shop word games, a single mote of dust falling through the concert lights, walking backward along curbsides, chai lattes and scones (or scones), early reading on the king's library steps, puzzle-piece thinking, cardigan weather & hand-delivered letters.

grow into childishness! see past surfaces! never stop changing!