Luci An Insanity

I just wanted to keep some of my thoughts about plants somewhere. Maybe a single post just to start on a big rant I have deep in my heart. Mostly because I love plants.  They are one of those things that you don't think about too much, but notice when they're gone.  I honestly didn't notice how many plants my life always had until moved and there were none.  My grandma had forget-me-nots and a big tree with a swing. I used to pass plenty of days at her house, and I used to sit in the backyard playing surrounded by beautiful bushes and pots and planted things. It was wonderful.  I miss when her house looked like that. I understand why they changed it. But there's always something nostalgic about forget-me-nots now. I look at them and I think of my grandma. About her walls covered in crawling vines. About hours in that swing. The flowers instructed me well.  My other grandma had herbs in her yard. So many of them. My family always used them for drinks. She still h...

So, I've been thinking a lot, about my projects, about my life.  And I realized I have a lot to say, a lot I want to keep somewhere. And not in the back of my notes app, but actually somewhere where I can feel I'm not just talking at the air.  And maybe this is the worst place, because nobody is here. But I wanted to have it somewhere where it can be found.  As much as I love the idea of the unknown artist that is only recognized in their death. I don't want to be them. I want to write it down. I want my words to be there when I'm there.  And I want to show people what I can do. I wanna be seen.