Shaky beginnings, living with the questions, and a camping trip

September 2023/ Nightmares & Morning Pages

8/26: Pacing while the dough rises, while the night yawns, while the rain is less like a sob and more like a sweat. Today and I, we were running a little late together. We were once scorned but now we feel sweet. I am wearing the pants that Monday gave me (vintage from the window) and leaving lights on behind me (my quiet dough in my quiet house). I’ve …