He was unheeded, happy and near to the wild heart of life…

A Monday night clearinghouse of photos, thoughts, and ballroom dances:

And toes:

Sister Melanie made this artwork for me on my birthday:

It contains my favorite James Joyce quote: “He was alone. He was unheeded, happy and near to the wild heart of life. He was alone and young and wilful and wildhearted, alone amid a waste of wild air and brackish waters and the sea-harvest of shells and tangle and veiled grey sunlight and gayclad lightclad figures of children and girls and voices childish and girlish in the air.”

And something lovely came in the mail today:

And another random bookshelf photo:

And my kitchen window:

And one final thought:

xoxo, Brierley

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