beauty brought with the post.

a moment i found particularly lovely, wrapped inside a january day: 

padding down four flights of stairs to collect the day's post, baby on my hip, baby always on my hip. something from just north of seattle. ribbon and dried roses, handwriting i'd know anywhere by now.  manifest kinship, memory of november, the magical energy of womenfolk, the heavenliness of it: making something more beautiful than it has to be.