I hold you close, nose against your baby hair and inhale, where the smell of pumpkin and cinnamon greet me.
Imagine you've traveled a long distance. You're far away from home. You're tired, and it's cold outside. You notice a warm light in a window, and a cat by the back door. A sense of familiarity, of belonging, hugs your shoulders, like you've been here before. And then you remember. You reach into your pocket, find your own copy of the back door key, and let yourself in to make a cuppa tea.
Welcome. I'm glad you're here.
Writings, musings, recommended reads + the occasional Tarot — on a semi-regular basis. Think of these as minimalist letters, from me to you.