Reposted from a couple years back…today we start the softening into the returning light.

For being minimalistic and merry and for framing the passageway into a refuge where I’m inclined toward a quietude of inner thoughts, which often posits a deliciously different reality from where I left behind. Reoriented to the north star, these stringed starlets remind me of the song in my cells, the only authority…I have no need for your make-believes.