everywhere i go these days, i've got a little moleskine in tow.
i started making my own little silly cartouche-like drawings; capturing something from the day, something from a bit or a piece, here or there, of my harried hurried happy days. usually it's when i'm sitting in the car in the parent pick-up line, on the bleachers at another practice or game, or otherwise engaged in the hurry-up-and-wait mayhem of motherhood.
here's the first one from awhile back:
so what will you try and hold on to today?
me, well, i'm holding on
to those that i love.
and a blind faith that LOST will finally make sense in the end. heh heh.