Jessica Brannen.
Halifax, Nova Scotia.
https://twitter.com/lavieim

Lately: A new year and sort of peeking at it, trying to get acquainted with it slowly. Hello January. You have the same name as last year, but you're different.

Playing in the snow. Reading. Writing. The time of year I start buying fresh flowers. Wanting to paint, sew, bake. More time for writing projects and long walks.

Listening to: Southern Shores, The Radio Dept., New Order, LCD Soundsystem, The Drums, Max Richter, Four Tet, John Maus

Reading: Emily Dickinson, Pablo Neruda, Virginia Woolf, Tove Jansson, Alain de Botton- Essays in Love, Mary Oliver

Watching: Pippi Longstocking

Scotch tape, play doh, book pages and freshly cut grass on top ranking smells list.

Persnickety yet easy-going?
And no more naturally austere than you are naturally vicious. (Charlotte Brontë)

Middle child.

You can make me a Mexican feast and bring me tulips or cosmos.

Bookish, journal-writin' type.

Husband from Scandinavia and 2 kidlets.

Grew up in Chezzetcook on the Eastern Shore of Nova Scotia, playing on the beach and in the woods. Still spend a lot of time there. You can hear roosters.

Lived in Sweden for many years and speak Swedish. Love Sweden and Finland. Visit every year.

Hollyhocks and delphiniums.

Studied art, photo, film and textiles. Have a love of all things arts and crafty. Also gardening, sewing, and writing.

Remember rolling down the hill?

Remember picking Fool's Gold out of the road with butter knives?

Remember that time we sneaked into that white abandoned house and saw a wedding dress in the closet?

Let's go swimming in the ocean.

And go thriftin'.

I can peel carrots really fast.
I'm left handed.
I wish to find secret letters or notes hidden in old walls.
I love good old-fashioned letters.
I love quilts.
I love scraps.
I make a mean pancake.
Collective nouns are funny.

Over and out.

April 3, 2012

Up the hill

Needing one of these walks. Starts with ducking under branches and then puffing up the hill to where you turn around, out of breath, to look out over the water.

There’s something about ducking under branches. There’s something about climbing to the top of the hill. It’s like I’m craving that new perspective, and all that open space. Getting away from things in order to see them. Space for new possibilities.

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