It's been a year, but there has been writing and drawing and photography. And now there is Zen and Treeleaf and Ango and Jukai and even sewing. And there's still Art of Mindfulness and now Stop, look, breathe, create and instagram. So I could fill up some pages with old stuff and still there's new stuff.
Brittle, fading,
Leaves slip sadly from the vine.
Still, I sweep.
