October

Still learning how to deeply live. Comforted by the muted sound of the train seeping in through

the closed windows, the overcast skies we've had all week, the leaves slowly turning saffron-yellow

outside my bedroom window.

Thinking quietly of comfort, of peace, calm, openness, faith. Thinking of home. Of how I never really felt

like I had a home the way one would define it: a quiet place, a sanctuary. It doesn't quite feel like home yet,

but it is home. And in it I can build love. To give & to hold on to.

A gallery to honor another change in season and life. A quiet little neighborhood I've nestled myself into,

filled with old trees and old homes that make Brooklyn feel like a special place to be in the fall.