My friend Helen sent me this bird-garland. She used cotton string and old maps for the birds themselves. They are currently flying along my kitchen window and cheering up jobs I do underneath them such as the dishes, or making soup. They also cheer up that eyes-half-closed-shock-of-the-morning feeling I have most days at 7am. I love them.
In the paper the other day, I saw this quote which seemed rather obvious at first, but has stayed with me since. It's not particularly deep or philosophical and I can't remember who it was credited to, or in what context, and yet:
It's taken me a long time to realise that the purpose of being alive is to enjoy it.
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