Seven is a Magic Number

As usual, I’m wildly unprepared for a blip anniversary. I looked high and low for a 7, but only found 6s and 8s. Then I walked into this bookshop,  Libreria. There was a young man near the door, arranging books and I said I was hunting a photograph and he said “you’ve come at the right time. It gets magical around now” and I was hooked. It’s a small place that uses its space well, with built in nooks and crannies.

The things we do for a blip. This habit has made me talk to all kinds of strangers, made me see the ordinary in new ways and has lit up a part of my brain to pay particular attention to light. 

And then, of course, there’s all of you, making this a wonderful community of which to be a part. I don’t spend as much time here as I would like but that will change, as does life, as this journal helps us all document.

Thank you for being a nourishing part of my life for seven years. I certainly wouldn’t still be here without you. Thank you.