it's funny how certain things stick in your mind...
early in the week i read this,
found via the always-inspiring amy tangerine. the joy of less -
something we can all aspire to. but within the essay it was this sentence that
i found myself mulling over late last night...
"Being self-employed will always make for a
precarious life; these days, it is more uncertain than ever, especially since
my tools of choice, written words, are coming to seem like accessories to
images."
i think sadly this is true and such an interesting
concept. as a designer i am a sucker for things that look good, that are
pleasing to my eyes. but, for all the pretties i rip from magazines, collect
from the internet and acquire through good fortune, words still line
the walls of my mind. i find myself writing down quotes, names, words i like
the sound of but have no idea of the meaning. i'm drawn to poets like e.e.
cummings who arranges words. like objects on a mantlepiece.
marta's latest journalling prompt awakens the word worm inside me. i too love to make lists. my june is already brimming with unanswered questions. i can't wait to write in my journal...
