Then worries came to perch on us
Impatience and a painted bust
I kept you close to me close to my ear
All For Myself ~ Sufjan Stevens
I've been overwhelmed lately by the desire to bury my head in the sand, while holding my little family close. To shut the drapes, turn off the lights, and hide inside under a pile of blankets. To pretend I don't hear people when they ask questions. To smile and nod instead of answering. To run away and hide and find a beach far away from everywhere and just be.
Photo by Beth Fletcher Photography