while shopping at the one and only true art store in the grand state of alaska, this escoda brush called me to it. yes, please, and thank you. i gifted it some new cold press pads. and for my soul, a sheet of arches 140 lb watercolour paper.
this morning i took this wee vertebra from its resting place and clasped it once again ‘round my neck. you see, i had removed it after attending the death party because i felt so out of place, so very much not a part of. i’ve been stumbling through feelings, not sure where i fit in, not sure who my people are. so this morning i poured a cup of thick sweet chai, sat with my new paper and brush, said a prayer, and invited her back into my life. we had a bond unlike others. unlike others’. i see now she has always been with me. and i see now who my people are.
it’s a good life.