landing-place, again.

{my darlings who i have been spending time with, in or away from my home, should not read this as a critique on who/how i've been spending my time. just in case. it caused worry.}



i can always tell when i haven't had enough time at home {alone - as a wise friend recently distinguished} when i find myself on hands and knees at 12:30am scrubbing my kitchen floor.

cleaning is just one of many excuses to putter around my space while slowly and steadily sinking into a groundedness only a home well established can reflect back to me.

thank you, studio.
it was a good night.
{series of nights, actually, but who's counting, really.}