from the berm

i used to live here. thought i'd pay a visit. maybe stay for a while.

they say it takes a year for the world to return to normal after a baby, but really, it never does, does it, the returning world is a different world altogether. i needed these days away from the computer. to re-evaluate. thought of changing this blog to a different format: more art, less self-absorption. but that sounded (and was) prissy. thought of quitting altogether. because living the moment seemed more important than recording it.

and life was there, a difficult phase, much insecurity, on many personal fronts.

feeling a bit hoarse now, but also aware that i've been missing this space. and aware of the value of rowing with the oars you have. these here are my oars.

so what have i been up to? mostly, stealing wild flowers from the many berms along dutch roads.