There’s a saying that observations often tell you more about the observer than the observed.
In my 19 years of life, I’ve rarely met people as observing — and so captivated by observing — as Eunice. She notices the way faint light streams into a room, or how books scattered on a bed can have as much meaning as messiness. For all the moments I miss, she bottles them up in a way that teaches me to look more, appreciate more, and remember more.
I am thankful for the way she humbly views this world, and I am thankful for our very real and laughter-filled friendship. Thank you, E. and thank you, Jesus.
Everything looks like Mississauga. Again.
Becoming an early morning person again
The Old-Fashioned Way of Keeping Memories
A Little Snippet of the Story of Turtle!
The Art of Being Alone (Why Saying No Isn't as Lame as I Thought)
a song about a peaceful march, with sunflowers. I think.
What is this
The Long Ride (a short story about Turtle)