the new semester has hurled itself at me in full force: readings abound and my desk is littered with notes-making paraphernalia. I no longer have the luxury of whiling my days away with daydreaming and creating or molding earthenware from clay. But life is still good to me. With the pockets of time I steal from my studies, I sew small birthday gifts for lovey, scroll through art and lifestyle blogs I have followed for years or treat myself to coffee at my favourite cafe while editing photos for clients (and eavesdropping on the babble of conversations from nearby tables).
Life is still quiet; still filled with laughter and love from those I hold dear; still blessed with grace.