Wearing winter weariness already, I fear. But still we persist.
Some mornings are moments of calm before a chaotic day. Some mornings I wake up with my own chaos.
A complicated web of lives across time and space, we struggle to make sense of the impact of lives upon lives upon lives.
A moment of workspace awareness. Are you aware of the movement of your projects? Do your crafts come alive to creep into your personal space?
