punched directly in the gut
after opening my mailbox.

the walk upstairs seemed like it took forever.
or
a heartbeat.

and then inside.
bundled in my coat and hood.
my fingers too numb to rip the envelope.

and i began to cry.
immediately.
before unfolding.

then my breath was gone.
and
i was on the floor.
on my knees.

with a puppy licking the tears.

i'm making these ornaments to put into christmas cards that i'm sending to friends.

the snowflakes are cut out from anthropologie magazines (i had a wooden snowflake, and i used an x-acto knife for cutting), then placed on top of a solid construction paper circle that i cut out using fancy scissors. i used modge podge (over the entire snowflake and background) to glue them together. i try to use yarn in everything i make, so i used yarn to make the loop from which they will hang. i hope they are a hit!!

today feels wrong.

i'd like to re-do the last 24 hours,
but what would that change?

sometimes you need that push.
to realize.
you're dreaming.

and

sometimes you need that pull.
to
keep you alive.

Friday Song.