I have stumbled upon words lately that won't leave me alone, much like a buzzing porch light feels when dusty moth wings keep tapping its glass. These winged words all point to the idea of meaning, and this simple word points me where I need to go.

Other happenings that have brought the idea of meaning to light:

reading this book.

burying seeds in fresh dirt.

eating lunch with new-found friends who are surrounded by their own fleet of moths.


  1. 'so much velvet.' this book just STAYS with you, doesn't it? currently reading Saratoga Trunk by EF -- we'll see if it's another gem...

  2. beautiful imagery and such lovely happenings. (i can just smell the earth and hear the magpies...)