Working again, so time is short. Such is the nature of battling against deadlines. I miss the chance to blog well and with feeling. So today’s offering is tactile…something that I love and that I’d have difficulty finding the right words to describe, even if I had the entire day free. Something which sets me “right” in my daily existence: old leather. The more the years go by, the more I love these things, cherish them. I don’t remember where many of them came from. Some were handed down to me, already old and well-loved. Some I bought myself. Some just happened into my path and I kept them, knowing I’d keep them forever.
What is it?The Daily Cure for me is trying to smell taste touch—really experience— something, each day, that reminds me that I'm alive and, mostly, happy to be here. A small moment that should go a long way, at least in theory.