…no matter how deeply I go down into myself
my God is dark, and like a webbing made
of a hundred roots that drink in silence.
I know that my trunk rose from his warmth, but that’s all,
because my branches hardly move at all
near the ground, and just wave a little in the wind.
-Rainer Maria Rilke
The babelet has been moving a lot in the past week, which feels really weird.
I'm exhausted because I keep waking up at 2 or 3 am & can't get back to sleep.
I made yummy chocolate chip cookies on Saturday & Morgan made yummy lentil soup yesterday.
Keep your fingers crossed - I have an interview on Wednesday.