An Atlas a day!

Back with the boy. He got a treato of duck eggs and blueberries. I missed him while I was away, but he had a great time with his auntie and friends and learning to herd the ducks. And I had a couple days I desperately needed.

Had fun, had my first mma lesson, felt creatively inspired, felt strong and sexy af, cried at art, cried at music, cried at the Arboretum, cried about how profound and scary love can be, cried about crying. Had the most amazing Uyghur food of which I didn’t take a photo, had these amazing dumps and scallion pancakes. It was a good weekend. I think I still feel broken, but like my pieces have at least been swept into a pile. Maybe I can make a mosaic.

Much love, from my stinky duck poop man, and a future corpse.