Tomorrow is Thanksgiving. The snow is finally falling.
I am thankful for family, old friends, and the new friends I have somehow made along the way. I am thankful for the people who help pick me up when I stumble, and I am thankful for the people in my life who accept that I am rarely the one who reaches out. Thank you for reaching out to me, even in small ways.
I am thankful for computers, and for the internet, but I am even more thankful that I was lucky enough to spend most of my young life without either of these things. I am thankful that I can close my laptop, pick up a book, and be just as content. I am thankful that I know how to write a letter, address an envelope.
I am thankful for the opportunity to further my education. I am thankful that I have learned things, and continue to learn things, that shake my foundations a little bit.
The world is a bit of a dismal place to be, right now, but if art, music, and literature tell us anything, it’s that it always has been, and probably always will be. These outlets also tell us, though, that there are inspired people doing beautiful things in the face of sadness and anger. I am thankful for those people. I am in awe of those people. Thank you for fighting the fight.
I am thankful for freshly baked bread. I am thankful that I was taught how to make grilled cheese on a cast iron pan. I am thankful for the birds feeding right outside my window. Thank you, for giving me a moment of pure joy for the cost of nothing more than black oil sunflower seeds.
I am thankful for sharpened Prismacolor pencils and grey drawing paper, flannel shirts and thick socks, cruelty-free lip balm. These are unnecessary objects, but small joys nonetheless.
I am thankful to be safe, loved, and in relatively good health. I am thankful for a heart, body, and mind that allow me to take care of others. I am thankful for all the people who have taken care of me.
Thanks for stopping by. My name is Naomi, and this space is made of girldust. This blog is a picture of my comfortably scattered life on the coast of Maine. I'm trying to be a slightly better version of myself every day. I like old houses, reading, the ocean, ghost stories, and museums. You can learn a little bit more about me here. Follow along elsewhere, or get in touch: